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 "Bistre!" whispered Miles, hoarsely. "Bistre, come back here, you fool dog!"

But the fool dog didn't hear, or, hearing, paid no heed. Miles crept back out of sight among the trees and watched through a crevice in the foliage. Bistre trotted straight to Prudence and pawed at her dress. Prudence turned sharply to him and then swept the slope swiftly with her gaze. Probably she was relieved to find no one in sight. She raised the delighted Bistre on to the lap of her white skirt and kissed the beauty spot. For several minutes Bistre listened attentively to her remarks and luxuriated in her caresses. Then he jumped to the ground and came dutifully back up the slope, Prudence watching him.

Miles had flown.