"The dogs are uneasy.

Mukoki says they smell death.

They sit on their haunches, he says, staring--staring at nothing, and whining like puppies.

He is going back with them to the other side of the ridge.

If it will ease his soul, let him go." "I have heard of dogs doing that," said David.
"Of course they will do it," shot back Father Roland unhesitatingly.
"Northern dogs always do it, and especially mine.