He passed through the trees and along the ridge of the hill.

On the extreme summit, where the ends of the two converging hedges of which we have spoken were stopped short by meeting the brow of the chalk-pit, he saw the younger dog standing against the sky--dark and motionless as Napoleon at St.Helena.
A horrible conviction darted through Oak.

With a sensation of bodily faintness he advanced: at one point the rails were broken through, and there he saw the footprints of his ewes.

The dog came up, licked his hand, and made signs implying that he expected some great reward for signal services rendered.

Oak looked over the precipice.