His body stiffened under Villa Kennan's hand as he drew away from her and stalked stiff-legged to the black.

Jerry's ears did not flatten, nor did he laugh fellowship with his mouth, as he inspected Johnny and smelt his calves for future reference.

Cavalier he was to the extreme, and, after the briefest of inspection, he turned back to Villa Kennan.
"What did I say ?" her husband exulted.

"He knows the colour line.

He's a white man's dog that has been trained to it." "My word," spoke up Johnny.