Andrew knew the hills like his own ingle, and she could tell to within five minutes how long it would take him to go to the fauld and back.

But when it was ten minutes past his time Mysie stood anxiously in the open door and listened.

Her ears, trained to almost supernatural quickness, soon detected above the winds and rain a sound of footsteps.

She called a wise old sheep-dog and bid him listen.

The creature held his head a moment to the ground, looked at her affirmatively, and at her command went to seek his master.
In a few moments she heard Andrew's peculiar "hallo!" and the joyful barking of the dog, and knew that all was right.