The Terror
leisurely Sunday-morning manner of the country, and these the dog followed, keeping to heel all the time. The men were talking hay, corn and markets and paid no attention to the animal, and so they strolled along the autumn lane till they came to a gate in the hedge, whence a roughly made farm road went through the fields, and dipped down into the woods and to Treff Loyne farm.
Then the dog became like a possessed creature. He barked furiously. He ran up to one of the men and looked up at him, "as if he were begging for his life," as the man said, and then rushed to the gate and stood by it, wagging his tail and barking at intervals. The men stared and laughed.
"Whose dog will that be?" said one of them.
"It will be Thomas Griffith's, Treff Loyne," said another.
"Well, then, why doesn't he go home? Go home then!" He went through the gesture of picking up a stone from the road and
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