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 started slowly along the valley; and close behind them was a silver gray dog. There was no mistaking him even at that distance. It was faithful old Silversheene.

Richard's first impulse was to shout at the top of his voice and so attract the dog's attention, but something cautioned him to wait and watch. So he held the glass upon them and waited. Slowly and patiently the dog drove them for fifty rods up the valley and then some of them stopped and bunched together and seemed to be feeding.

Then for the first time Richard noted that a small stream threaded its way through the valley. The sheep were drinking at a quiet little pool. The lines of that old shepherd's ong came to his lips. "He leadeth me beside the still waters." That was what Silversheene was doing. It was noon and he was watering his sheep. For half an hour the flock lingered about the pool and then the dog drove them slowly away and they disappeared in the gulch which had first hidden them from sight.