The dog sniffed and sniffed, then he began to growl, looking always my way, and I grew afraid.
"What is the dog growling at ?" said one man to another.

"Go and see." But the other man was taking snuff and did not like to move.

"Let the dog go and see for himself," he answered, sneezing, "what is the good of keeping a dog if you have to catch the thief ?" "Go on, then," said the first man to the dog.

And he ran forward, barking.

Then I saw him: it was my own dog, Koos, a very good dog.
Presently, as I lay not knowing what to do, he smelt my smell, stopped barking, and running round the bush he found me and began to lick my face.