The far-away speck of black became animated.

Presley remarked a sweeping gesture.

Though the man had not beckoned to him before, there was no doubt that he was beckoning now.

Without any hesitation, and singularly interested in the incident, Presley turned sharply aside and hurried on toward the shepherd, skirting the herd, wondering all the time that he should answer the call with so little question, so little hesitation.
But the shepherd came forward to meet Presley, followed by one of his dogs.

As the two men approached each other, Presley, closely studying the other, began to wonder where he had seen him before.