ambitions, perils, sorrows, joys, sun, and snow ; 

 and in the end they grow to be rather one divided 

 than two conjoined. 



The Killer at Bay *o *o <iy -o 



A RARE thing it was for the little man and his 

 ^ *■ Red Wull to be apart. So rare that others 

 besides the men in that little tap-room noticed it. 



Saunderson's old Shep walked quietly to the 

 back-door and looked out. There on the slope 

 below him he saw what he sought, stalking up 

 and down, gaunt and grim, like a lion at feeding- 

 time. And as the old dog watched, his tail was 

 slowly swaying as though he were well pleased. 



He walked back into the tap-room just as Teddy 

 began his tale. Twice he made the round of the 

 room, silent-footed. From dog to dog he went, 

 stopping at each as though urging him on to some 

 great enterprise ; then he made for the door again, 

 looking back to see if any followed. 



One by one the others rose and trailed out after 

 him : big blue Rasper ; Londesley's Lassie ; Ned 

 Hoppin's young dog ; Grip and Grapple, the 

 publican's bull-terriers ; Jim Mason's Gyp, foolish 

 and flirting even now ; others there were ; and 

 last of all, waddling in the rear, that scarred 

 Amazon, the Venus. 



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