When he came to the manor
he did not look up, but pretended that he knew no one there.
The master was standing on the stairs leading to the hall when the
game-keeper came forward.
"Where on earth did that dog come from?" he exclaimed. "Surely it can't
be Karr? He must be dead this long time!"
Then the man began to tell his master all about the mother elk, while
Karr made himself as little as he could, and crouched behind the
game-keeper's legs.
Much to his surprise the man had only praise for him. He said it was
plain the dog knew that the elk were in distress, and wished to save
them.
"You may do as you like, but I can't shoot that dog!" declared the
game-keeper.
Karr raised himself and pricked up his ears. He could hardly believe
that he heard aright. Although he did not want to show how anxious he
had been, he couldn't help whining a little. Could it be possible that
his life was to be spared simply because he had felt uneasy about the
elk?
The master thought that Karr had conducted himself well, but as he did
not want the dog, he could not decide at once what should be done with
him.
"If you will take charge of him and answer for his good behaviour in the
future, he may as well live," he said, finally.
This the game-keeper was only too glad to do, and that was how Karr came
to move to the game-keeper's lodge.
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