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XI


Miles shook the dust of Maple Green from his shoes two days later. Hunter and Bistre accompanied him to the station in the Inn carryall and said good-by on the platform. Bistre was wise, and from the moment Miles had started to throw things into the big yellow bag he had scented a parting. And he had haunted his friend like a shadow from that moment to the last, his brown eyes watching every movement and his stump of a tail wagging on the slightest provocation.

"I'm mighty sorry to be leaving you, old fellow," Miles confided to

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