"He has followed a rabbit to its hole.

If he would only catch a few more, how useful they would be!" Then she moved a little to follow the slow-worm, which was making for a patch of heath, and she was still watching it when, some time after, Grip came running up quickly, snarling and growling, and pausing from time to time to look back.
"Oh, you coward!" she said, sitting down and pulling his ears, as he thrust his head into her lap.

"Afraid of a fox! Was it a fox's hole, then, and not a rabbit's, Grip ?" The dog growled and barked.
"Poor old fellow, then.

Where is it, then ?" The dog leaped up, barked, and ran a few yards, to stop, look back at her, and bark again.
"No, no, Grip; I don't want to see," she said; and she began idly to pick up scraps of wild thyme and toss at the dog, who vainly kept on making rushes toward the slope of the great cliff.
"No, sir," she said, shaking her finger at him.

"I am not going to be led to one of your discoveries, to see nothing for my pains." The dog barked again, angrily, and not until she spoke sharply did he obey, and followed her unwillingly up the slope and then down into a hollow that looked as if at one time it might have been the bed of some great glacier.
The dog tried again to lead her away toward the sea, but she was inexorable; and so he followed her along unwillingly, till, low down in the hollow, as she turned suddenly by a pile of great blocks of weather-worn and lichened stone, she came suddenly upon Dadd and Ram, the former flat on his back, with his hat drawn-down over his eyes, the latter busy with his knife cutting a rough stick smooth.
"How do, Miss Celia ?" said Ram, showing his white teeth.
"Quite well, Ram.