He looked at it fondly now, as he held it ready to renew the dog's memory if his purpose should falter.
The dog went on steadily enough until he got to the edge of the woods, where his footsteps made a great noise on the brittle leaves.

He kicked about in them as if he liked the noise they made, but offered to go no farther.

Bates looked at them and knew that the dog was not likely to keep the scent among them if the girl had gone that way.

He stood erect, looking up the drear expanse of the hill, and the desperate nature of his situation came upon him.

He had been slow--slow to take it in, repelling it with all the obstinacy of an obstinate mind.