He smelled the ground, the wall and presently put both his fore paws upon the outer ledge of the window.

Then he dropped again, and looked at his master.

Martha was a long time in coming to the door.
"After him, Stamboul!" said the squire, almost unconsciously.

The dog put his nose down and began to move slowly about.

At that moment the door opened.
"Oh, sir," said Martha, "it's you, sir.