The road had been distressingly bare of anything worth carrying home.

But, now, as he moved along, his near-sighted eyes were attracted by a dim blur of white, behind a bush, at the road-edge; just within the dim radiance of the car-lamps.

Even sooner than he saw this, his keen nostrils had told him of human presence there.

He shifted his course to investigate.
Standing over the compactly-fastened swathing of clothes, Laddie bent down and sniffed.

It was a human.