It looked at me in the kind of easy, assessing way dogs on their peculiar errands do look at strangers — and then looked again, and stopped dead: his hackles rose: he backed, he made a kind of howling noise, turned tail, and fled.
It looked at me in the kind of easy, assessing way dogs on their peculiar errands do look at strangers — and then looked again, and stopped dead: his hackles rose: he backed, he made a kind of howling noise, turned away to flee, and fled.