With his long nose to the ground he stepped delicately to the edge of the coppice, then stood still looking about him, his brown eyes full of wistful anxiety.
He looked to the right, he looked to the left, he listened eagerly, then he stepped back to the van again.

This time he found something.
It was only a clue, but it sent his spirits up again, and with his nose to the ground he came quickly back to the edge of the little wood and beyond it; then, evidently satisfied, he took to his heels and raced away with a joy which almost forced a yelp of triumph from his throat.
The old horse raised his head and looked after the dog wistfully.
"If only I were as young and fleet, and able to get away as quietly!" he thought longingly, and sighed a sigh which made his thin sides heave painfully.

Then his head drooped again, even more sadly than before, and he closed his eyes patiently once more.

He loved the lank yellow dog.

Next to little Huldah he loved him better than anything in the world.