"Oh! that's Snarleyow; don't mind him, he never bites unless you
stop." Philip instinctively quickened his pace. "Isn't he a beauty?
He's a pure bred Thibet sheep-dog, and I will back him to fight
against any animal of his own weight. He killed two dogs in one
morning the other day, and pulled down a beggar-woman in the evening.
You should have heard her holler."

At that moment, fortunately for Philip's calves, which were beginning
to tingle with an unwholesome excitement, Mr. Snarleyow's attention
was diverted by the approach of a dog-cart, and he left to enjoy the
amusement of snapping and barking at the horse. The cart pulled up at
the door, and out of it emerged a tall and extremely gentlemanly-
looking young fellow, followed by a very large red bull-dog.

"Mr. Caresfoot, I believe," said the young gentleman to George, taking
off his hat.

"Yes, Mr. Heigham, at your service. I am very glad to see you. My
cousin, Mr. Philip Caresfoot."



CHAPTER XVIII

"I must apologize for having brought Aleck, my dog, you know, with
me," began Arthur Heigham; "but the fact was, that at the very last
moment the man I was going to leave him with had to go away, and I had
no time to find another place before the train left. I thought that,
if you objected to dogs, he could easily be sent somewhere into the
village. He is very good-tempered, though appearances are against