Then lightly preening and folding its wings, it disappeared round a corner with a clumsy wag of its tail.

"Fetch it, fetch it!" shouted Levin, giving Laska a shove from behind.

"But I can't go," thought Laska.

" Where am I to go? From here I feel them, but if I move forward I shall know nothing of where they are or who they are.

" But then he shoved her with his knee, and in an excited whisper said, "Fetch it, Laska.