came to him, nuzzled his hand with his long wet nose, then ran to the door again.
His insistence was so great that at last Hugh felt forced to lift the latch, open the door and let him go. He bounded over the sill and disappeared instantly into the dark. Not for long, however, for Hugh had not had time to close the door before he was back again, shoving his nose beseechingly into the boy’s hand, jumping about him and whining again and again. There was no doubting what it was he wished.
“It’s a nice night for you to be asking me to go out with you,” remonstrated Hugh, “but—well, you are Dick Edmonds’ dog and we have been looking for you and him for a long time.”
He stepped back into the cabin with Nicholas at his heels and took up his coat and cap. At the sight of this, the dog’s joy knew no bounds; he leaped about so that the furniture of the little cabin rocked and swayed under the force of his gigantic delight. Hugh put on his warmest clothes, got out a pack and put into it blankets.
