As he entered the yews he turned once more.
"Wow!" said the cat, almost below his breath.
But Jenny made no answer.

The cat cast one venomous look and disappeared.
* * * * * Then there came out a dog--a small brown and black animal, very sturdy on his legs, and earnest and independent in air and manner.

He was the illegitimate offspring of a fox-terrier.

He trotted briskly across from the direction of the orchard, diagonally past Jenny.

As he crossed the trail of the cat he paused, smelt, and followed it up for a yard or two, till he identified for certain that it proceeded from an acquaintance; then he turned to resume his journey.