There, at dawning, the dew would lie heavy.

And wet ground ever holds scent better than does dry.

It would be easy to pick up and follow rabbit trails, through the damp.
Lad made as though to follow them.

He ran out of the house and half-way up the drive in pursuit of their flashing gold-and-white flight.
Neither turned a head at sound of his following steps.

Neither slackened pace to include him in the hunt.
Always abnormally sensitive, the big collie noted this aloofness.