His Other Wife: A Novel — page 173: what you’re looking at

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A DUMB SCOUT. 165 Mark had given a sharp, quick bark of satisfaction the moment he touched the green embankment where his _ mistress had stood just before departing on that fateful walk with the creole, and, after sniffing about nervously, set off at a blithe pace in an opposite direction to that which led to the cove. A grim look came over Warren’s face as he noticed this, to him, significant fact. He tried to whistle and call the dog back, but it was useless. Mark’s unerring sense had caught the trail of those dainty steps he had followed since his puppyhood, and that he loved as only dogs can love. Guiding his horse with difficulty through the dense thicket, along a narrow pathway close to the edge of the channel, Warren kept the dog in sight, till at length Mark ran down a gentle declivity, hollowed out in the bank and sloping to the water. . Here he stopped and gave vent to his perplexity in low, troubled whines. Dismounting, Warren followed the dog down the em- bankment, and, looking closely about him, noticed a stout ash stake driven deep into the mud at the verge of the water. _ Thoroughly versed in the habits and pursuits of the country people, he at once concluded that the stake had been placed there for the purpose of securing the chain of one of the fishing boats, which might be seen fastened all along the shore. Comichoo S. (E(0) m