THE MAN HAD HIS BACK TO THE WITHERED IRON-BARK NOW
FINN AND HIS FOSTER-MOTHER
TARA SMILED BROADLY, AND STRETCHED OUT HER FORE-LEGS ON THE GROUND
THE GATE LEADING INTO THE YARD OPENED, AND BILL APPEARED
FINN'S TEETH SANK DEEP
THE NEXT INSTANT SAW THE PROFESSOR FLUNG BACK AT LENGTH AGAINST THE BARS OF THE CAGE
WAS LOST IN THE SHADOW OF THE MAIN TENT
SPURRING HIS HORSE FORWARD
HE WAS BACKING GRADUALLY TOWARDS A BOULDER BESIDE THE TRAIL
FINN WAS STANDING ROYALLY ERECT
FINN'S TOWERING FORM STOOD OUT CLEARLY IN THE MOONLIGHT
HE SLUNG THE WALLABY OVER HIS SHOULDER AND SET OUT FOR THE MOUNTAIN
SCRAMBLING AND SLIDING DOWN THE HIGH BANKS OF A RIVER-BED
THEY SETTLED WITHIN A DOZEN PACES OF HIS RECUMBENT FIGURE
FOUR MEN WERE RIDING TOGETHER THROUGH THE LOW BURNT-UP SCRUB
THE WOLFHOUND RAISED HIS BEARDED MUZZLE, AND SOFTLY LICKED THE MASTER'S THIN BROWN HAND
three puppies feeding from bowls
