Then he pulled long at his grizzled beard, regarding the wolf-dog which sat between his legs, staring up at him.
"Golemar," came at last.

"There is something strange.

Peuff! We shall fin' out, you and me and _mon ami_." Suddenly he turned.
"M'sieu Thayer, he gone." "Gone?
You mean he's run away ?" "By gar, no.

But he leave hurried.

He get a telephone from long distance.