Wait!" But John Brown did not wait.

He strode rapidly away up the beach.

Seth stared after him.

From the grove, where his halter had caught firmly in the fork of a young pine, Joshua thrashed and neighed.
"Aa-oo-ow!" howled Job, from the bushes.
An hour later Atkins, leading the weary and homesick Joshua by the bridle, trudged in at the lighthouse yard.

Job, still ornamented with remnants of the fly paper, slunk at his heels.