23/23 'Home, old man, as if you were running down a tsessebe.'[3] The dog seemed puzzled. 'Home,' I said again, pointing west in the direction of the Berg. 'Home, you brute.' And then he understood. He gave one low whine, and cast a reproachful eye on me and the blue roan. Then he turned, and with his head down set off with great lopes on the track of the road I had ridden in the morning. |