Taught me to use my eyes, too. Look yonder, there. What do you see?” Phil shrugged. “You see the side of the hill. But Bronc, when he looked there, what do you suppose he saw?” “A dog,” Peter said. “A running dog.” Phil stared, and ran his tongue over his lips. “The hell,” he said, “you see it just now?” “When I first came here,” Peter said.
