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stance； as a pup； a scolding for some petty misdeed would send him in search of his cherished flannel doll or his squeaking ball。 In later years； the car had taken the place of these babyhood comforters。
Lad cared more for motoring than for any other amusement。 In moments of stress he sometimes ran to the garage and curled himself up in the tonneau； as though in hope someone might take pity on his unhappiness and give him a drive。 And； usually； somebody did。
Now； turning back； rebuffed； from the forest gallop； he caught sight of the car。 Not in the garage； either； but at the front door； where its presence could mean nothing except an immediate ride。
With one high spring； Lad had cleared the ground and was over the closed tonneau door and amid a ruck of luggage and rugs。 The rear seat was filled by a steamer…trunk； strapped tightly in place there。 And the bottom of the car was annoyingly crowded by bumpy bags and other gear。
Still； by the simple and ancestral process of turning himself around several times； Lad was able to clear enough space on the floor to permit of his lying down； albeit in a very compact bunch。
He settled himself into place on the floor with a satisfied jounce which loosened a car…rug draped over the trunk。 Down slithered the rug； and fell athwart the dog's shaggy back and one of the bags。 It was not heavy enough to annoy Lad or hurt his feelings。 And its draped folds served as the top of a sort of cave for him。 On the whole； Lad rather enjoyed the rug's descent。 It made his narrow resting…place snugger and warmer on this chilly early morning。 Patiently； Lad lay there； waiting for the car to start。
He did not have long to wait。 In another minute or two； the Mistress and the Master came out from breakfast； and got into the front seat。 Then the car was breasting the winding slope of the drive； in first speed； the faint jar of the engine sending undulations over the mahogany…and…white coat of the stowaway dog。 And； in a minute more； they were out on the smooth highway； headed for the distant Catskills。
Now； Lad had not the remotest notion he was a stowaway。 On the few times when it had not been convenient to take him on drives； the Master had always bidden him stay at home。 And when； at such times； the dog chanced already to be its the car； he had been ordered back to earth。 There； was no way for Lad to know； this morning； that neither of the car's other occupants had seen him as he lay curled up on the floor； three…quarters hidden under the fallen rug。 The luggage had been arranged in the tonneau； before breakfast。 And nobody had given a second glance at it since then。
The sun was rising over a new…made world； alive with summer glory and thrilling with bird…songs。 The air； later in the day； would be warm。 But； at sunrise； it was sharp and bracing。 The mystic wonder and the hush of dawn were still brooding over the earth。 The hard white road stretched out； like a winding river； between banks of dew…gleaming verdure。 The mountain…tops were glowing with the touch of the sun。 In the deeper valleys floated a shimmering dusk。
The car sped swiftly along the empty highway； slowing down only as it spun through half…awakened villages； or checked its pace to allow a sleepy boy to drive a straggling bunch of cows across the road to pasturage。
For an hour or more； Lad lay cuddled under the rug in contented laziness。 Then the recumbent posture tired him； and he sat up。 As a rule； one or the other of his deities was wont to turn around； at intervals； and speak to him or pet him。 Today； neither of them paid him the slightest attention。 Still； the ride was a joy。 And the surrounding country was new and interesting。 So Lad had a good time； in spite of human neglect。 After another hour or so； he curled up again； among the bags； and fell to drowsing。
A six…hour run； over good roads； brought the car to Kingston； at the gateway to the Catskills。 Here； at a hotel entrance； the machine came to a standstill。 The Master got out； and turned to help the Mistress to alight。 It was the place they had decided on for luncheon。 Another three hours； at most； would carry them to their destination。
A negro boy； loafing aimlessly at the street corner； had begun to whistle industriously to himself as the car slowed down。 And he had wakened into active motion。 Apparently； he remembered all at once an important mission on the other side of the street。 For he set off at a swinging pace。
His course took him so near the back of the car that he had to turn out； a step or so； to avoid collision with it。 He accompanied this turning…out maneuver by another which was less ostentatious； but more purposeful。 Timing his steps； so as to pass by the rear of the car just as the Master was busy helping his wife to descend； the youth thrust an arm over the side of the tonneau； with the speed of a striking snake。 His hand closed on the handle of a traveling bag； among the heap of luggage。 Never slackening his pace； the negro gave a fierce yank at his plunder； to hoist it over the closed door。
In that tourist…ridden city； bag…stealing offered much profit。 In the rare chance of detection when he was at work； the boy had only to plead over…zeal in trying to earn an honest dime by helping lift the luggage to the sidewalk。
It was a pretty bit of theft； and it betokened long and careful practice。 Thus；from the thief's standpoint；it was almost a pity the brilliant effort was wasted。 For wasted it was。
This young negro prided himself on his powers of speed and of silence； in plying his trade。 And； today； though he proceeded to excel in the first of these qualities； he disgraced himself most woefully as regarded the second。
For he jerked his hand out of the tonneau far faster than he had thrust it in。 As he did so； he woke the echoes with the most blood…curdling screech his leathern lungs could compass。
As his dusky fingers had closed on the bag； something viselike and relentless had fastened upon those same expert fingers； breaking two of them； and rending the flesh of the lower hand。
Lad； in rising to his feet； after his pleasant nap； at the slowing of the car； had been aware of that predatory hand； as it groped for the bag。 Now； from puppyhood； Lad had been taught to regard everything in the car as under his own careful guardianship。 Hence； he lunged forward and sank his terrible white teeth deep into the groping fingers。
By main force the youth tore free。 With a second screech； he reeled back from the unseen peril which had assailed him。 But Lad would not have it so。
There was a harsh…breathed growl； from down in the tonneau； and； on the instant； a tawny giant shape came catapulting over the top of the shut door and hurled itself upon the staggering negro。
The Master； turning at sound of the yell； was just in time to see the attack。 The collie；supposedly ninety miles away； and peacefully guarding the Place；was hurtling through the air and crashing against the chest of a gray…faced and pop…eyed young negro。 To earth went the two； in a cloud of dust； a second before the Master's sharp call brought Lad reluctantly away from his prey； and just as a policeman and a score of idlers came running up。
The thief did not wait to explain。 No sooner did he see the Master catch the infuriated dog by the ruff than he scrambled to his feet； ducked under the policeman's arm and set off； around a corner； in something better than record time。 Somehow； the encounter had deprived him of the nerve and the pluck to stand his ground and to explain that he had merely been trying to help with the luggage。 His only desire； just then； was to put as many thousand miles as possible between himself and the tawny demon that had assaulted him。
〃Laddie！〃 gasped the Mistress； unbelieving； as the policeman and most of the little crowd set off after the fugitive。 〃LADDIE！ What in the world？〃
〃Hehe must have been in the car； all the time；〃 gabbled the Master； brilliantly。 〃He must have jumped in； while we were at breakfast。 See； he's cleared a space for himself between two of the bags。 He's been there； all the time； and we never〃
〃If he hadn't been there；〃 suggested the Mistress； 〃we'd be looking now for one or two pieces of luggage that had disappeared。 When the Grays went through here； one of their suitcases was〃
〃But what in blazes are we going to do with him？〃 broke in the Master； worriedly。 〃We can't take him all the way home。 And I won't trust to sending him by express。 He might get backed onto a siding and be kept there for days； without food or water。 Besides； they won't let a dog go by express unless he's in a crate。 What are we to do？〃
〃Why；〃 said the Mistress； stooping to stroke the silken head that rested against her knee； 〃Why； Laddie seems to have settled that for us； by coming along。 He's surely paid his way。 We'll have to take him the rest of the trip。 The Harmons will be glad to see him； I'm sure。 Everybody's always glad to see Laddie； wherever we go。 Let's take him。 It's the only thing to do。 We can explain to them how it happened。〃
And so； after more discussion； it was settled。 Even as most things had a way of being settled when the Mistress proposed them。
Three hours later； the car stopped before the entrance of