On her short legs she could see nothing in front of her, but by the scent she knew it was sitting not more than five paces off.

She stood still, feeling more and more conscious of it, and enjoying it in anticipation.

Her tail was stretched straight and tense, and only wagging at the extreme end.

Her mouth was slightly open, her ears raised.

One ear had been turned wrong side out as she ran up, and she breathed heavily but warily, and still more warily looked round, but more with her eyes than her head, to her master.