He had begun to learn that when grown men come to a clinch, it is not mere play.
And Brice wanted to praise the gallant young dog for coming to his help.

But, as before, instinct and professional experience bade him continue to "play dead." "What's that ?" he heard the man demand, in surprise, as Bobby snarled again and stood threateningly between him and the prostrate Brice.
The woman answered.

And at the first sound of her voice, full memory rushed back on Gavin in a flood.

He knew where he was, and who was holding, his head on her knee.

The knowledge thrilled him, unaccountably.