"Come here, Peter!" Peter flattened his ears a fraction of an inch, but did not move.

Even that fraction of an inch caught Breault's keen eyes.
"Still a one-man dog," he observed, stepping well inside the cabin, and facing Father John.

"Where is McKay, Father ?" He had not closed the door, and Peter saw his chance.

The Leaf Bud saw him pass like a shot out into the night, but as he went she made no effort to call him back, for her ears were wide open as Breault repeated his question, "Where is McKay, Father ?" Peter heard the man-hunter's voice from the darkness outside.

For barely an instant he paused, picking up the fresh scent of Nada and Jolly Roger.