But Van Horn took no notice, continuing to stare out across the sea.

Nor was he aware of the puppy's presence.
Jerry rested the length of his chin on Skipper's knee and gazed long and earnestly into Skipper's face.

This time Skipper knew, and was pleasantly thrilled; but still he gave no sign.

Jerry tried a new tack.
Skipper's hand drooped idly, half open, from where the forearm rested on the other knee.

Into the part-open hand Jerry thrust his soft golden muzzle to the eyes and remained quite still.