Category: Short Stories
Her coat was like a chow’s, except that it was black and white and tan--as is no chow’s between here and the Chinese Wall. Her deep chest was as wide as a bulldog’s; her queer little eyes slanted like a collie’s; her foreface was like a Great Dane’s, with its barrel muzzle and...
Her dark face was aglow with a colour that had been foreign to it for many a long week--a colour that softened and mellowed the new lines of leanness and of sorrow in cheek and...
2. CHAPTER ONE: THE FIGHTING STRAINHer coat was like a chow’s, except that it was black and white and tan--as is no chow’s between here and the Chinese Wall. Her deep chest was as wide as a bulldog’s; her queer l...
3. CHAPTER TWO: “THE HUNT IS UP!The grey-white drift filled the tiny field in whose centre Trent was standing. Its ragged edges were spilling in irregular driblets into the adjoining fields and the road, scatt...
4. CHAPTER THREE: MASTERLESS!Long and unavailingly did Buff follow the track of the car which had borne away the man who was his god. Dizzy from his wound, faint from loss of blood, heart-broken and frantic...
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