It did not appear far to where the dog was barking, but the latter part of the distance proved to be a hard climb over jumbled rocks and through thick brush.
Panting and hot, she at length reached the base of the bluff, to find that it was not very high.
The dog espied her before she saw him, for he was coming toward her when she discovered him.

Big, shaggy, grayish white and black, with wild, keen face and eyes he assuredly looked the reputation Springer had accorded him.

But sagacious, guarded as was his approach, he appeared friendly.
"Hello--doggie!" panted Ellen.

"What's--wrong--up heah ?" He yelped, his ears lost their stiffness, his body sank a little, and his bushy tail wagged to and fro.

What a gray, clear, intelligent look he gave her! Then he trotted back.
Ellen followed him around a corner of bluff to see the body of a man lying on his back.