For, his eyes fell
on the ragingly advancing Rice. And, by deduction, he recognized
the crimson monstrosity at Rice's heels as his beloved Lochaber
King.
Before the apoplectic Colonel could speak, Lad created a
diversion on his own account. He had been sniffing the air,
reminiscently, for a few seconds. Now, his eyes verified what his
nostrils had told him. A pallidly glaring and shaking man,
leaning against the veranda rail for support, had an oddly
familiar scent and appearance to Laddie.
The collie stepped forward to investigate. The nerve-smashed
Higham saw him coming; and thrust out one gloved hand in
frightened rebuff.
The flicking gesture was unpleasantly like a blow. As the
menacing hand slapped toward his jaws, Lad caught at it, in wary
self-defense.
He recalled this man, now. He remembered he had been bidden to
"watch" him. He did not spring at his assailant. But a warning
snap answered the frenzied thrust of the hand. His teeth closed
lightly on the glove-fingers, just as Higham, in fear, jerked
back his arm.
The loose glove came away in the dog's mouth.
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