All eyes were fixed on the
trim figure which occupied the space of the clover-leaf on the
rear wall. Except for Chick's strangled gasp, there was only the
hushed silence of reverence, deep and impressive.
Then another dot appeared. From its position, Watson took it to
come from another leaf of the clover; another light approaching
out of the void and cutting through the blackness exactly as the
first had come. It grew and spread until it had filled the whole
leaf; then, again the bursting of the flare, the diminishing of
the light, and its disappearance in a thin rim at the edge. And
this time there was revealed--
A handsome brown-haired DOG.
Watson of course, could not understand. The silence held; he could
feel the Rhamda Geos at his side, and hear him murmur something
which, in itself, was quite unintelligible:
"The four-footed one! The call to humility, sacrifice, and
unselfishness! The four-footed one!"
That was all. It was a shaggy shepherd dog, with a pointed nose
and one ear cocked up and the other down, very wisely inquisitive.
Chick had seen similar dogs many times, but he could not account
for this one; certainly not in such a place. What had it to do
with the Jarados?
Still the darkness. It gave him a chance to think. He wondered,
rapidly, how he could link up such a creature with his description
of the Jarados. What could be the purpose of a canine in occult
philosophy? Or, was the whole thing, after all, mere blundering
chance?
This is what bothered Chick.
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