His name was Snowboy of Battersby—Bat for short. His coat was shimmering white, his eyes small black buttons, and his whole appearance one of smooth and sinuous, compact strength.

True—Bat had been the runt of the litter. But his English ancestors had won against the biggest and the best. Why not Bat?

Guided by his young mistress June Faulkner and McGill the kennelman, Bat proved himself a champion in the show ring—calm, steady, just a bit proud, and rather jaunty.

There were lazy, loping days, too, when Bat, with Candy the cocker, chased sea gulls at the shore or leapt about in the crashing, on-rushing waves.

Then Bat was stolen and the idyllic days came abruptly to an end. To his kidnappers, dog fighting was a gambling game, and Bat, forced to fight for his life, was pitted against pack after pack of wild dogs. It was now that the greatest of Bat's champion instincts and overwhelming courage came to his rescue.

At last beaten and battle scarred, Bat limped away to find his young mistress, and to start a fantastic journey that will win your heart.

From the dust jacket