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A few moments later found me galloping with Banur at the head of a band of mounted dulyals, Banur had supplied me with a great, powerful brute of a dog to ride. The beast looked understandingly at both of us when Banur turned him over to me. Wagging his immense tail, he accepted _me_ from that moment as his master.
Both the dulyals and the dogs on which they were mounted accorded _me_ the same understanding, at a word from Banur. The young Martian then drilled me in the words and methods of command necessary for their control.