When the train arrived at Glen Ellen, in the Valley of the Moon, it was Harley Kennan himself, at the side-door of the baggage-car, who caught hold of Michael and swung him to the ground. For the first time Michael had performed a railroad journey uncrated. Merely with collar and chain had he travelled up from Oakland. In the waiting automobile2 he found Villa3 Kennan, and, chain removed, sat beside her and between her and Harley
As the machine purred along the two miles of road that wound up the side of Sonoma Mountain, Michael scarcely looked at the forest-trees and vistas4 of wandering glades5. He had been in the United States three years, during which time he had been kept a close prisoner. Cage and crate1 and chain had been his portion, and narrow rooms, baggage cars, and station platforms. The nearest he had come to the country was when chained to benches in the various parks while Jacob Henderson studied Swedenborg. So that trees and hills and fields had ceased to mean anything. They were something inaccessible6, as inaccessible as the blue of the sky or the drifting cloud-fleeces. Thus did he regard the trees and hills and fields, if the negative act of not regarding a thing at all can be considered a state of mind.
“Don’t seem to be enthusiastic over the ranch7, eh, Michael?” Harley remarked.
He looked up at sound of his old name, and made acknowledgment by flattening8 his ears a quivering trifle and by touching9 his nose against Harley’s shoulder.
“Nor does he seem demonstrative,” was Villa’s judgment10. “At least, nothing like Jerry,”
“Wait till they meet,” Harley smiled in anticipation11. “Jerry will furnish enough excitement for both of them.”
“If they remember each other after all this time,” said Villa. “I wonder if they will.”
“They did at Tulagi,” he reminded her. “And they were full grown and hadn’t seen each other since they were puppies. Remember how they barked and scampered12 all about the beach. Michael was the hurly-burly one. At least he made twice as much noise.”
“But he seems dreadfully grown-up and subdued13 now.”
“Three years ought to have subdued him,” Harley insisted.
But Villa shook her head.
As the machine drew up at the house and Kennan first stepped out, a dog’s whimperingly joyous14 bark of welcome struck Michael as not altogether unfamiliar15. The joyous bark turned to a suspicious and jealous snarl16 as Jerry scented18 the other dog’s presence from Harley’s caressing19 hand. The next moment he had traced the original source of the scent17 into the limousine20 and sprung in after it. With snarl and forward leap Michael met the snarling21 rush less than half-way, and was rolled over on the bottom of the car.
The Irish terrier, under all circumstances amenable22 to the control of the master as are few breeds of dogs, was instantly manifest in Jerry and Michael an Harley Kennan’s voice rang out. They separated, and, despite the rumbling23 of low growling24 in their throats, refrained from attacking each other as they plunged26 out to the ground. The little set-to had occurred in so few seconds, or fractions of seconds, that they had not begun to betray recognition of each other until they were out of the machine. They were still comically stiff-legged and bristly as they aloofly27 sniffed28 noses.
“They know each other!” Villa cried. “Let’s wait and see what they will do.”
As for Michael, he accepted, without surprise, the indubitable fact that Jerry had come back out of the Nothingness. Things of this sort had begun to happen rapidly, but it was not the things themselves, but the connotations of them, that almost stunned29 him. If the man and woman, whom he had last seen at Tulagi, and, likewise, Jerry, had come back from the Nothingness, then could come, and might come at any moment, the beloved Steward30.
Instead of responding to Jerry, Michael sniffed and glanced about in quest of Steward. Jerry’s first expression of greeting and friendliness31 took the form of a desire to run. He barked invitation to his brother, scampered away half a dozen jumps, scampered back, and dabbed32 playfully at Michael with one forepaw in added emphasis of invitation ere he scampered away again.
For so many years had Michael not run with another dog, that at first Jerry’s invitation had little meaning to him. Nevertheless, such running was an habitual33 expression of happiness and friendliness in dogdom, and especially strong had been his inheritance of it from Terrence and Biddy, the noted34 love-runners of the Solomons.
The next time Jerry dabbed at him with a paw, barked, and scurried35 away in an enticing36 semi-circle, Michael started involuntarily though slowly after him. But Michael did not bark; and, after half a dozen leaps, he came to a full stop and looked to Villa and Harley for permission.
“All right, Michael,” Harley called heartily37, deliberately38 turning his shoulder in the non-interest of consent as he extended his hand to help Villa from the machine.
Michael sprang away again, and was numbly39 aware of an ancient joy as he shouldered Jerry who shouldered against him as they ran side by side. But most of the joy was Jerry’s, as was the wildest of the skurrying and the racing40 and the shouldering, of the body-wriggling, and ear-pricking, and yelping41 cries. Also, Jerry barked; and Michael did not bark.
“He used to bark,” said Villa.
“Much more than Jerry,” Harley supplemented.
“Then they have taken the bark out of him,” she concluded. “He must have gone through terrible experiences to have lost his bark.”
* * * * *
The green California spring merged42 into tawny43 summer, as Jerry, ever running afield, made Michael acquainted with the farthest and highest reaches of the Kennan ranch in the Valley of the Moon. The pageant44 of the wild flowers vanished until all that lingered on the burnt hillsides were orange poppies faded to palest gold, and Mariposa lilies, wind-blown on slender stems amidst the desiccated grasses, that smouldered like ornate spotted45 moths46 fluttering in rest for a space between flight and flight.
And Michael, a follower47 always where the exuberant48 Jerry led, sought th............