“No, you have to stay,” Brian tried to tell her. Then held out his hand and said more firmly, “Stay!” But the dog had gotten to her feet, and, still favoring her wounded side, had tried to follow Brian out of camp. Finally Brian took the anchor line and fashioned a nonslip collar and a leash and tied the dog to the front of the canoe. The dog could easily chew through the cord and follow him anyway but she finally seemed to understand with the line tied that she was supposed to stay. At first she sat and watched while Brian walked away, and then she lay down. Brian had left her enough slack so she could get to the water and drink and once in the brush Brian peeked back, well out of sight, and the dog got up, drank a bit, then lay back down and seemed to go to sleep. Brian worked carefully, slowly, used his best abilities at watching for sign, studying everything he could, and found almost nothing to help in the mystery of the dog.
