He was running back and forth, too, in the path ahead.

Soon they reached a side path, and down this the little dog fairly flew, only to come back at once, whining and barking.
"Ho! That isn't the way home," laughed Pollyanna, still keeping to the main path.
The little dog seemed frantic now.

Back and forth, back and forth, between Pollyanna and the side path he vibrated, barking and whining pitifully.

Every quiver of his little brown body, and every glance from his beseeching brown eyes were eloquent with appeal--so eloquent that at last Pollyanna understood, turned, and followed him.
Straight ahead, now, the little dog dashed madly; and it was not long before Pollyanna came upon the reason for it all: a man lying motionless at the foot of a steep, overhanging mass of rock a few yards from the side path.
A twig cracked sharply under Pollyanna's foot, and the man turned his head.

With a cry of dismay Pollyanna ran to his side.
"Mr.Pendleton! Oh, are you hurt ?" "Hurt?
Oh, no! I'm just taking a siesta in the sunshine," snapped the man irritably.