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great doubt as to whether I had guessed 

 what tricks he had been up to; but as I 

 made no sign, he was gradually looking 

 more comfortable and gaining confidence. 

 Suddenly I noticed a patch of mud above 

 his nose, and I must have unconsciously 

 shown him I had made a discovery of some 

 kind, for that instant he turned tail and 

 bolted home at the utmost speed of which 

 he was capable. Without uttering a single 

 word, or making a single gesture, the dog 

 and man understood each other perfectly. 

 It was the language of faces. 



R. SCOT SKIRVING. 



