He began to follow the footprints of the dog.

It was noon when he came to the windfall and saw the beaten path where Miki entered it.

On his knees he peered into the cavernous depths--and saw nothing.

But Miki, lying watchfully, saw the man, and he was like the black, bearded monster who had almost killed him with a club a long time ago.

And in his heart, too, there was disappointment, for away back in his memory of things there was always the thought of Challoner--the master he had lost; and it was never Challoner whom he found when he came upon the man smell.
Le Beau heard his growl, and the man's blood leapt excitedly as he rose to his feet.