His master laughed and took him back to the house.

When they left it again, the girl was with them and walked with her hand touching his head.

It was she who persuaded him to leap up through a big dark hole into the still darker interior of a car, and it was she who lured him to the darkest corner of all, where his master fastened his chain.

Then they went out, laughing like two children.

For hours after that, Kazan lay still and tense, listening to the queer rumble of wheels under him.