We all got on board that night.

I was deeply grieved at the loss of the dog, who had already shown great promise as a first-class sporting dog, a most difficult thing to procure in this country.

What was our astonishment the next morning at daylight to see Dick on the beach, making piteous howls to draw attention to his whereabouts.

He was warmly welcomed, as may be supposed; he did not seem a bit the worse for his brief sojourn in the grave, and went out shooting again the same day as happy as ever.

This enthusiastic little spaniel was always doing strange things; he followed every fox and every badger into their holes, and we have had, time after time, to dig him out covered with blood and fearfully mauled, after having passed perhaps twenty-four hours in the earth.
Mr.Dick generally hunted alone, occasionally coming near to see that I was all right.