An unpainted rowboat was drawn up on the beach.

Half way between it and the tangle of woodland behind, was a man clad only in undershirt and dirty duck trousers.

He was yanking along by the scruff of the neck a protesting and evidently angry collie.
The man was big and rugged.

Weather and sea had bronzed him to the hue of an Arab.

Apparently, he had sighted the dog, and had run his boat ashore to capture the stray animal.