Amazon.

Then she produced the bone that had been "Dixie's" bright achievement,
and it was while, in contentment and friendship, Amazon was crunching
it, that Larry Coppinger appeared.

He rose from behind a spur of rock and furze, and came towards
Christian.

"Oh, good for you!" he said, admiringly, "I was afraid to show up till
you had got her."

Christian was not sure that she was pleased at this intervention.

"How did you know where I was?"

"The servants told me you had gone to the kennels, and Jimmy showed me
the hill, and then I spotted your white coat--not that it's so awfully
white!--I thought it was rather rotten to let you go alone."

"And why not, pray?" enquired Christian, haughtily. Male assumption of
the duties of guardianship was a thing she found highly offensive; "I
always go about alone!"

"Well, I wanted to come, anyway," said Larry, with a placating grin.
"I say, that _is_ an awful nice dog!"

"You never call foxhounds '_dogs_'!" said Christian, still with
hauteur; "Larry, you _are_ an owl!"