Keep tryin', Bart.

They's something else to find around here." The wolf-dog looked his master full in the face with pricking ears, whined and then started off sniffling busily at the heaps of ashes.
"The shooting of the dog is quite a mystery," said Byrne, by way of conversation.

"Do you suppose that one of the men from the bunk-house could have shot him ?" But Dan seemed no longer aware of the doctor's presence.

He slipped here and there with the wolf-dog among the ash-heaps, pausing when Bart paused, talking to the brute continually.

Sometimes he pointed out to Bart things which the doctor did not perceive and Bart whined with a terrible, slavering, blood-eagerness.
The wolf-dog suddenly left the ash-heaps and now darted in swiftly entangled lines here and there among the barns.