Frederick Britten Austin,
The Red Book Magazine, Volume 36…
(1920)
“ It was the stranger, back again! “The white dog! The white dog!” he gasped in terror. Mr. Gilchrist clutched at him and fought for breath to speak. “But my dear sir—” he began irritably. This was absurd! Of course there was a dog—the harmless old white bull which was Williamson's invariable companion. He tried to explain, but the stranger, tugging frantically to get free, would listen to nothing. With the strength of a madman he wrenched himself from Gilchrist's detaining grasp and fled into the house. ”
