He is what you would call a lazy hound." Saltash paid not the slightest attention to him.

He was bending low, his dark face in shadow.
"Don't be afraid!" he said again.

"No one is going to hurt you.

Come along! Let's look at you!" His hold tightened upon the shrinking form.

He began to lift it up.
And then suddenly there came a sharp struggle between his hands as lacking in science as the fight of a wild animal for freedom, and as effectual.