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Bunker suddenly stopped and looked up at his master.
"Come on," Olva turned on to him sharply.
The dog looked at him, pleading.

Then in Olva's dark stern face he seemed to see that there was no relenting--that wood must be faced.

He moved forward again, but slowly, reluctantly.

All this nonsense that Lawrence had talked about Druids.

We will soon see what to make of that.