The poor things were so tired of being shut up that they
had wandered off in the cold.
When the shepherd missed his sheep, he was in great trouble.
"Rover, my boy," he said, "the sheep have run away. What shall we do? I
wonder if you are wise enough to help me find them."
Rover jumped up quickly and shook himself as if to say, "I am all
ready!" and then ran to the door. First he ran round and round the
sheepfold, smelling with his moist, black nose close to the ground, and
looking very wise. Then he ran a little way towards the hills and stood
looking back, with one paw in the air. His ears were lifted, his eyes
were bright, and he gave a low whine, as if to say, "I think those poor
sheep have gone to the hills. Are you coming with me, or shall I go
alone?"
THE LOST DOG.
Rover trotted off towards the hills and his master followed, but he
could not walk fast enough to please the dog.
There was no snow on the ground at first, but before noon it began to
fall thick and fast. The day passed and the father was still away; night
came and he had not returned.
Sandy and Jessie were very sad, for they could think only of their
father and his faithful dog. It was very dangerous to be out on the
hills in such weather.
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