when they had returned. "He can't be coming here. I—I—hope not."
"If he was coming here, he'd have come with the dog," said Kags, stooping down to examine the animal, who lay panting on the floor. "Here; give us some water for him; he has run himself faint."
"He's drunk it all up, every drop," said Kags, after watching the dog some time in silence. "Covered with mud—lame—half-blind—he must have come a long way."
"Where can he have come from!" exclaimed Toby. "He's been to the other kens of course, and finding them filled with strangers come on here, where he's been many a time and often. But where can he have come from first, and how comes he here alone, without the other!"
"He" (none of them called the murderer by his old name) "He can't have made away with himself. What do you think?" said Chitling.
Toby shook his head.
"If he had," said Kags, "the dog 'ud
