Eton, or
Cambridge, or in India, or somewhere."

Here Philip began to manifest signs of considerable uneasiness, the
cause of which was sufficiently apparent; for, whilst they were
talking, a very large and savage-looking animal of the sheep-dog order
had emerged from the house, and was following him up and down,
growling in a low and ominous undertone, its nose being the while
glued to his calves as they alternately presented themselves in his
line of vision.

"Would you mind calling off this animal, George?" he said at length.
"He does not look amiable."

"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
him."

"Oh! he will be all right, I daresay," said George, rather sulkily;
for, with the exception of Snarleyow, in whose fiendish temper he
found something refreshing and congenial, he liked no dogs. "But you
must be careful, or Snarleyow, _my_ dog, will give him a hammering.
Here, good dog, good dog," and he attempted to pat Aleck on the head,
but the animal growled savagely, and avoided him.

"I never knew him do that before," ejaculated Arthur, in confusion,
and he