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Further Adventures of Lad
by Albert Payson Terhune
FOREWORD
Sunnybank Lad won a million friends through my book； 〃LAD： A DOG〃； and through the Lad…anecdotes in 〃Buff： A Collie。〃 These books themselves were in no sense great。 But Laddie was great in every sense； and his life…story could not be marred； past interest； by my clumsy way of telling it。
People have written in gratifying numbers asking for more stories about Lad。 More than seventeen hundred visitors have come all the way to Sunnybank to see his grave。 So I wrote the collection of tales which are now included in 〃Further Adventures of Lad。〃 Most of them appeared； in condensed form； in the Ladies' Home Journal。
Very much； I hope you may like them。
ALBERT PAYSON TERHUNE 〃Sunnybank〃 Pompton Lakes； New Jersey
FURTHER ADVENTURES OF LAD
CHAPTER I。 The Coming Of Lad
In the mile…away village of Hampton； there had been a veritable epidemic of burglariesranging from the theft of a brand…new ash…can from the steps of the Methodist chapel to the ravaging of Mrs。 Blauvelt's whole lineful of clothes； on a washday dusk。
Up the Valley and down it； from Tuxedo to Ridgewood； there had been a half…score robberies of a very different orderdepredations wrought； manifestly； by professionals； thieves whose motor cars served the twentieth century purpose of such historic steeds as Dick Turpin's Black Bess and Jack Shepard's Ranter。 These thefts were in the line of jewelry and the like； and were as daringly wrought as were the modest local operators' raids on ash…can and laundry。
It is the easiest thing in the world to stir humankind's ever… tense burglar…nerves into hysterical jangling。 In house after house； for miles of the peaceful North Jersey region； old pistols were cleaned and loaded； window fastenings and doorlocks were inspected and new hiding…places found for portable family treasures。
Across the lake from the village； and down the Valley from a dozen country homes； seeped the tide of precautions。 And it swirled at last around the Place；a thirty…acre homestead； isolated and sweet； whose grounds ran from highway to lake； and whose wistaria…clad gray house drowsed among big oaks midway between road and water； a furlong or more distant from either。
The Place's family dog；a pointer；had died； rich in years and honor。 And the new peril of burglary made it highly needful to choose a successor for him。
The Master talked of buying a whalebone…and…steel…and…snow bull terrier； or a more formidable if more greedy Great Dane。 But the Mistress wanted a collie。 So they compromised by getting the collie。
He reached the Place in a crampy and smelly crate； preceded by a long envelope containing an intricate and imposing pedigree。 The burglary…preventing problem seemed solved。
But when the crate was opened and its occupant stepped gravely forth； on the Place's veranda； the problem was revived。
All the Master and the Mistress had known about the newcomer；apart from his price and lofty lineage；was that his breeder had named him 〃Lad。〃
From these meager facts they had somehow built up a picture of a huge and grimly ferocious animal that should be a terror to all intruders and that might in time be induced to make friends with the Place's vouched…for occupants。 In view of this； they had had a stout kennel made and to it they had affixed with double staples a chain strong enough to restrain a bull。
（It may as well be said here that never in all the sixteen years of his beautiful life did Lad occupy that or any other kennel nor wear that or any other chain。）
Even the crate which brought the new dog to the Place failed somehow to destroy the illusion of size and fierceness。 But； the moment the crate door was opened the delusion was wrecked by Lad himself。
Out on to the porch he walked。 The ramshackle crate behind him had a ridiculous air of a chrysalis from which some bright thing had departed。 For a shaft of sunlight was shimmering athwart the veranda floor。 And into the middle of the warm bar of radiance Laddie stepped；and stood。
His fluffy puppy…coat of wavy mahogany…and…white caught a million sunbeams； reflecting them back in tawny…orange glints and in a dazzle as of snow。 His forepaws were absurdly small； even for a puppy's。 Above them the ridging of the stocky leg…bones gave as clear promise of mighty size and strength as did the amazingly deep little chest and square shoulders。
Here one day would stand a giant among dogs； powerful as a timber…wolf； lithe as a cat； as dangerous to foes as an angry tiger； a dog without fear or treachery； a dog of uncanny brain and great lovingly loyal heart and； withal； a dancing sense of fun。 A dog with a soul。
All this； any canine physiologist might have read from the compact frame； the proud head…carriage； the smolder in the deep…set sorrowful dark eyes。 To the casual observer； he was but a beautiful and appealing and wonderfully cuddleable bunch of puppyhood。
Lad's dark eyes swept the porch； the soft swelling green of the lawn； the flash of fire…blue lake among the trees below。 Then； he deigned to look at the group of humans at one side of him。 Gravely； impersonally； he surveyed them； not at all cowed or strange in his new surroundings； courteously inquisitive as to the twist of luck that had set him down here and as to the people who； presumably； were to be his future companions。
Perhaps the stout little heart quivered just a bit； if memory went back to his home kennel and to the rowdy throng of brothers and sisters and most of all； to the soft furry mother against whose side he had nestled every night since he was born。 But if so； Lad was too valiant to show homesickness by so much as a whimper。 And； assuredly； this House of Peace was infinitely better than the miserable crate wherein he had spent twenty horrible and jouncing and smelly and noisy hours。
From one to another of the group strayed the level sorrowful gaze。 After the swift inspection； Laddie's eyes rested again on the Mistress。 For an instant； he stood； looking at her； in that mildly polite curiosity which held no hint of personal interest。
Then； all at once； his plumy tail began to wave。 Into his sad eyes sprang a flicker of warm friendliness。 Unbiddenoblivious of everyone else he trotted across to where the Mistress sat。 He put one tiny white paw in her lap； and stood thus； looking up lovingly into her face； tail awag； eyes shining。
〃There's no question whose dog he's going to be；〃 laughed the Master。 〃He's elected you；by acclamation。〃
The Mistress caught up into her arms the halfgrown youngster； petting his silken head； running her white fingers through his shining mahogany coat； making crooning little friendly noises to him。
Lad forgot he was a dignified and stately pocket…edition of a collie。 Under this spell； he changed in a second to an excessively loving and nestling and adoring puppy。
〃Just the same；〃 interposed the Master； 〃we've been stung。 I wanted a dog to guard the Place and to be a menace to burglars and all that sort of thing。 And they've sent us a Teddy…Bear。 I think I'll ship him back and get a grown one。 What sort of use is？〃
〃He is going to be all those things；〃 eagerly prophesied the Mistress。 〃And a hundred more。 See how he loves to have me pet him！ And； lookhe's learned； already； to shake hands； and〃
〃Fine！〃 applauded the Master。 〃So when it comes our turn to be visited by this motor…Raffles； the puppy will shake hands with him； and register love of petting； and the burly marauder will be so touched by Lad's friendliness that he'll not only spare our house but lead an upright life ever after。 I〃
〃Don't send him back！〃 she pleaded。 〃He'll grow up； soon； and〃
〃And if only the courteous burglars will wait till he's a couple of years old；〃 suggested the Master； 〃he〃
Set gently on the floor by the Mistress； Laddie had crossed to where the Master stood。 The man； glancing down； met the puppy's gaze。 For an instant he scowled at the miniature watchdog； so ludicrously different from the ferocious brute he had expected。 Then；for some queer reason；he stooped and ran his hand roughly over the tawny coat； letting it rest at last on the shapely head that did not flinch or wriggle at his touch。
〃All right；〃 be decreed。 〃Let him stay。 He'll be an amusing pet for you； anyhow。 And his eye has the true thoroughbred expression；'the look of eagles。' He may amount to something after all。 Let him stay。 We'll take a chance on burglars。〃
So it was that Lad came to the Place。 So it was that he demanded and received due welcome which was ever Lad's way。 The Master had been right about the pup's proving 〃an amusing pet；〃 for the Mistress。 From that first hour； Lad was never willingly out of her sight。 He had adopted her。 The Master； too；in only a little lesser wholeheartedness；he adopted。 Toward the rest of the world； from the first； he was friendly but more or less indifferent。
Almost at once； his owners noted an odd trait in the dog's nature。 He would of course get into any or all of the thousand mischief…scrapes which are the heritage of puppies。 But； a single reproof was enough to cure him forever of the particular form of mischief which had just been chidden。 He was one of those rare do