He stooped, picked it up, and called softly: "Baree!" The dog was waiting for his voice.

His one eye shifted, slanting like a searchlight in the direction of the cabin, and turned swiftly back to David.

He whined, and David spoke to him again, calling his name, and holding out the fish.

For several moments Baree did not move, but eyed him with the immobility of a half-blinded sphinx.

Then, suddenly, he dropped on his belly and began crawling toward him.
A spatter of moonlight fell upon them as David, crouching on his heels, gave Baree the fish, holding for a moment to the tail of it while the hungry beast seized its head between his powerful jaws with a grinding crunch.