Here, Julius, good dog," said he, patting the dog's head and pointing down to the valley, "go and fetch them here.

Fetch Appleby, and Walker, and Mr Rimbolt.

Go along, good fellow." The dog, who had been crawling behind them, looked wistfully at his master and licked the hand that caressed him.

Then, stepping carefully across them as they sat with their backs to the rock and their feet beyond the edge of the path, he departed.
He was out of sight almost a yard away, but they heard him whine once as the wind dashed him against the cliff.
"Julius, good dog, fetch them!" shouted Jeffreys into the mist.
A faint answering bark came back.
Next moment, through the storm, came a wild howl, and they heard him no more.
Jeffreys guessed only too well what that howl meant; but he never stirred, as with his arm round Percy, and his cloak screening him from the wind, he looked hopelessly out into the night and waited..