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A few words made it all clear. Dorley, the 

 drover, had known Robin very well, and the 

 mittens and comforter he wore were of Robin's 

 own make and had once been part of his ward- 

 robe. Wully recognized the traces of his mas- 

 ter, and despairing of any nearer approach to his 

 lost idol, he abandoned his post at the ferry and 

 plainly announced his intention of sticking to 

 the owner of the mittens, and Dorley was well- 

 pleased to take Wully along to his home among 

 the hills of Derbyshire, where he became once 

 more a sheep-dog in charge of a flock. 



II 



Monsaldale is one of the best-known valleys 

 in Derbyshire. The Pig and Whistle is its 

 single but celebrated inn, and Jo Greatorex, the 

 landlord, is a shrewd and sturdy Yorkshireman. 

 Nature meant him for a frontiersman, but cir- 

 cumstances made him an innkeeper and his in- 

 born tastes made him a — well, never mind ; 

 there was a great deal of poaching done in that 

 country. 



Wully's new home was on the upland east of 

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