his way towards the fowl-house. Under the porch, 

 where the sunlight touched it, something shone like 

 burnished gold. 



He was stretched on his side it might have been 

 in sleep ; but on the snow-white chest there was one 

 red spot. 



And inside the fowl-house lay the kaffir dog dead. 



Jock had done his duty. 



THE END 



