The Explorer of Barkham Street [antikvár]

1 f i; Martin Hastings trudged home through the cold early dark, laying plans for the future. Let's see, he said to himself. I'm thirteen now, so in five years I'll be eighteen and Rufus will only be seven. Seven isn't old for a dog, especially a tough mongrel like Rufe. So. When he was eighteen he'd go up to that farm where Rufus was now and explain how he and his dog had always planned to be together when the time came, and the time had come so they were going away. Versions of this scheme had been in his mind for months, and he never got further than the bare announcement. Still, he and Rufus, the two of them, would work it out. I¦ ¦ r ; ' I':