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The Kalka Road, before the railway was built, was about forty-seven miles long, and the horses were changed every eight miles. Most of them jibbed, and kicked, and plunged, but they had to go, and they went rather better than usual for Garm's deep bay in their rear.
Then as he reined and turned, the end was come, for Garm's shrill death-cry tore the air, and he was left alone. Thrice he charged like a wounded boar, shouting hoarsely for the house he had betrayed. "The Wolf! The Wolf! Saint David and the Wolf!" And ever he found that open way and ever their steel avoided him.
There came a stir in the far hall, a long-drawn yawn; and at the sound the girl whispered fiercely: "Well, it's a bargain; give them fair warning and I'll I'll do give you your will. Yes, I swear it by the dear Saint David. Quick! let me go no, not now! Tad, I command you, I I Quick! that's Garm's voice; let me go." "Llyn Gethin! a word in your ear before we ride on."
Sometimes a company of soldiers would move along on their way to the Fort, and Garm rolled forth to inspect them; or an officer in uniform entered into the office, and it was pitiful to see poor Garm's welcome to the cloth not the man. He would leap at him, and sniff and bark joyously, then run to the door and back again.
In spite of Garm's assurance that nothing could melt the sky, he found that his sample would melt slowly under the heat of the torch. In the liquid state, it was jet black, though it cooled back to complete transparency. It was also without weight when in liquid form a fact he discovered when it began rising through the air and spattering over everything, including his bare skin.
If I moved from one room to another Garin followed; if my pen stopped scratching, Garm's head was thrust into my hand; if I turned, half awake, on the pillow, Garm was up and at my side, for he knew that I was his only link with his master, and day and night, and night and day, his eyes asked one question "When is this going to end?"
Vixen knowing the routine of it, went to sleep under my table; but the confinement ate into Garm's soul. He generally sat on the verandah looking out on the Mall; and well I knew what he expected.
I'm goin' away don't 'owl I'm goin' off to Kasauli, where I won't see you no more." I could hear him holding Garm's nose as the dog threw it up to the stars. "You'll stay here an' be'ave, an' an' I'll go away an' try to be'ave, an' I don't know 'ow to leave you. I don't know " "I think this is damn silly," said the officer, patting his foolish fubsy old retriever.
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