Publisher's Synopsis
"Dobie!" she called in a low voice, hoping it would not carry to the barn.
Dobie's ears came up. He looked her way.
"Dobie!... Come here, Dobie!"
The dog was undecided, looking at her, unmoving for a moment. Then his tail started flicking, he lowered his head and came up to her.
Then she saw what he had in his mouth and her blood stopped and only a great effort on the part of her heart started it going again.
It was a human hand, blood still oozing from the severed wrist.
"Dobie!"
