He was still laughing when he reached the back yard, but there he stopped laughing and uttered an exclamation of impatience and some alarm.
Of Job there was no sign, though from somewhere amid the dunes sounded yelps, screams and the breaking of twigs as the persecuted one fled blindly through the bayberry and beachplum bushes.

But Brown was not anxious about the dog.

What caused him to shout and then break into a run was the sight of Joshua, the old horse, galloping at top speed along the road to the south.

Even his sedate and ancient calm had not been proof against the apparition which burst from the kitchen.

In his fright he had broken his halter rope and managed--a miracle, considering his age--to leap the pasture fence and run.
That horse was the apple of Seth Atkins's eye.