It would be strange, Bud thought, if they hadn't.
He loped along the road grown broader now and smoother.

Many houses he passed, and the mouths of obscure lanes.

Dogs ran out at him.

Bud slowed to a walk and turned in the saddle, listening.

Away back, where he had first met the signs of civilization, the dog he had aroused was barking again, his deep baying blurred by the distance.