Beside the lake, down the valley, crossing the railroad, and in the farther lowlands, the dog was a nervous quiver, as he constantly scented game or saw birds he wanted to point.

But when they neared the city, he sat silently watching everything with alert eyes.

As they reached the outer fringe of residences the Harvester spoke to him.
"Now remember, Bel," he said.

"Point me the tallest girl you ever saw, with a big braid of dark hair, shining black eyes, and red velvet lips, sweeter than wild crab apple blossoms.

Make a dead set! Don't allow her to pass us.