Then in the angled hills a blue shadow began to rise, telling of a valley below them.
"Bismillah!" (Thanks be to God) cried Foster-father piously.

And every one echoed the remark except Baby Akbar.

He turned round and looked back at the snowy peaks which were beginning to show behind them.
"Amma, Dadda 'way 'way mountains," he said regretfully and his little mouth went down as for a cry, when everybody's attention was distracted by the sudden appearance of a huge furry black dog which came bounding down the hill side, its big white teeth gleaming as it uttered shrill, sharp, growling barks.
Head-nurse and Foster-mother shrieked with fright, little Adam ran like a hare for the shelter of his mother's petticoats, and Meroo the cook-boy, remembering his bare legs--for like all Indian scullions he wore short cotton drawers--squatted down where he was standing, in order to protect them.

Even Roy, brave boy that he was, looked uncomfortable, and both Foster-father and Old Faithful whipped out their swords.
These were not needed, however, for the next instant a wild-looking figure clad in a brown blanket started up from behind a rock and shouted to the dog.

It stopped instantly, but stood still--snarling, though obedient.
It was the funniest looking dog you can imagine.