It was two days before he found what he sought.
In the meantime,--as ever, since his mate's killing,--he ate practically nothing; and went about in a daze.
"He'll get over it presently," prophesied the Master, to soothe his wife's worry.
"Perhaps so," returned the Mistress.

"Or perhaps not.

Remember he's a collie, and not just a human." On the third day, Lad's systematic quartering of the Place brought him to the tiny new mound, far beyond the stables.

Twice, he circled it.
Then he lay down, very close beside it; his mighty head athwart the ridge of upflung sod.
There,--having seen him from a distance,--the Master came across to speak to him.

But at sight of the man, the collie got up from his resting place and moved furtively away.
Time after time, during the next week, the Master or the Mistress found him lying there.