Any kind of a hunting-dog could have found him in that thicket.

Voices from outside could be heard urging on the dog.
Rover they called him.

Duane sat up at the moment the dog entered the little shaded covert.

Duane expected a yelping, a baying, or at least a bark that would tell of his hiding-place.

A strange relief swiftly swayed over Duane.