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〃It's Mrs。 McMurdle！〃 exclaimed Harmon。 〃The maid was right。 She must have disobeyed the ordinance and had the miserable monkey hidden in her house all the time。 It must have gotten out； this morning； and she hunted around till she saw it perched on the top of the window cornice。 I suppose it dived back in here； at sight of her。 She〃
〃Come on； Laddie！〃 whispered the Mistress； under cover of a new outbreak of multiple talk。 〃YOU'RE acquitted； anyhow。 And the rest of the scene is really no business of ours。 The sooner we get you to the boarding kennels again； the less chance there is of trouble。 And Master and I will come to see you there； every single day； till we go back home。〃
A week later； the car turned in again at the gates of the Place。 This time； Lad rode in state atop the flat trunk on the rear seat。 As the car halted at the veranda； he sprang to earth without waiting for the tonneau door to be opened。
For； dashing toward him from the direction of the lake； Lady hove in sight。 Behind her； and trotting more leisurely； came Wolf。 At sight and scent of her returned mate； Lady fairly squealed with delight。 She whirled up to Lad； frantically licking his face and spinning about him with little staccato yelps of joy。
Lad was deliriously happy。 Not only was he at home again； but Lady was welcoming him with an effusion that she had not shown him for many a sorrowful month。 He could not understand it。 Nor did he try to。 He was content to accept the miracle； and to rejoice in it with all his great honest heart。
Knowing nothing of feminine psychology； he could not realize that a week of Puppy Wolf's sole and undiluted companionship had bored Lady horribly and had begun to get on her nerves；nor that she had learned to miss and yearn for the big； wise； ever…gentle mate whom she had so long neglected。
It was enough for Lad to know that he was no longer a neglected outsider； in the Place's canine family； but that his worshiped mate was wild with joy to see him again。
〃Look！〃 said the Master。 〃The old chap has forgiven her for every bit of her rottenness to him。 He's insanely happy； just because she chooses to make much of him； once more。〃
〃Yes；〃 assented the Mistress； cryptically 〃Sometimes dogs are pitifullyhuman！〃
CHAPTER VI。 The Tracker
The child's parents were going to Europe for three months； that winter。 The child himself was getting over a nervous ailment。 The doctors had advised he be kept out of school for a term； and be sent to the country。
His mother was afraid the constant travel from place to place； in Europe； might be too much for him。 So she asked leave of the Mistress and the Master；one of whom was her distant relative；for the convalescent to stay at the Place during his parents' absence。
That was how it all started。
The youngster was eleven years old； lank and gangling； and blest with a fretful voice and with far less discipline and manners than a three…month collie pup。 His name was Cyril。 Briefly； he was a pest；an unspeakable pest。
For the first day or two at the Place； the newness of his surroundings kept Cyril more or less in bounds。 Then； as homesickness and novelty alike wore off； his adventurous soul expanded。
He was very much at home； far more so than were his hosts； and infinitely more pleased than they with the situation in general。 He had an infinite genius for getting into trouble。 Not in the delightfully normal fashion of the average growing boy； but in furtively crafty ways that did not belong to healthy childhood。
Day by day； Cyril impressed his odd personality more and more on everything around him。 The atmosphere of sweet peace which had brooded； like a blessing； over the whole Place； was dispersed。
The cook；a marvel of culinary skill and of long service； gave tearful warning； and departed。 This when she found the insides of all her cooking utensils neatly soaped； and the sheaf of home…letters in her work…box replaced by cigar…coupons。
One of the workmen threw over his job with noisy blasphemy； when his room above the stables was invaded by stealth and a comic…paper picture of a goat's head substituted for his dead mother's photograph in the well…polished little bronze frame on his bureau。
And so on； all along the line。
The worst and most continuous sufferer from Cyril's loathed presence on the Place was the massive collie； Lad。
The child learned； on the first day of his visit； that it would be well…nigh as safe to play with a handful of dynamite as with Lad's gold…and…white mate； Lady。 Lady did not care for liberties from anyone。 And she took no pains to mask her snappish first…sight aversion to the lanky Cyril。 Her fiery little son； Wolf； was scarce less formidable than she； when it came to being teased by an outsider。 But gallant old Lad was safe game。
He was safe game for Cyril； because Lad's mighty heart and soul were miles above the possibility of resenting anything from so pitifully weak and defenseless a creature as this child。 He seemed to realize； at a glance； that Cyril was an invalid and helpless and at a physical disadvantage。 And； as ever toward the feeble； his big nature went out in friendly protection to this gangling wisp of impishness。
Which was all the good it did him。
In fact； it laid the huge collie open to an endless succession of torment。 For the dog's size and patience seemed to awaken every atom of bullying cruelty in the small visitor's nature。
Cyril； from the hour of his arrival； found acute bliss in making Lad's life a horror。 His initial step was to respond effusively to the collie's welcoming advances； so long as the Mistress and the Master chanced to be in the room。 As they passed out； the Mistress chanced to look back。
She saw Cyril pull a bit of cake from his pocket and； with his left hand； proffer it to Lad。 The tawny dog stepped courteously forward to accept the gift。 As his teeth were about to close daintily on the cake； Cyril whipped it back out of reach； and with his other hand rapped Lad smartly across the nose。
Had any grown man ventured a humiliating and painful trick of that sort on Lad； the collie would have been at the tormentor's throat； on the instant。 But it was not in the great dog's nature to attack a child。 Shrinking back； in amaze； his abnormally sensitive feelings jarred； the collie retreated majestically to his beloved 〃cave〃 under the music…room piano。
To the Mistress's remonstrance； Cyril denied most earnestly that he had done the thing。 Nor was his vehemently tearful denial shaken by her assertion that she had seen it all。
Lad soon forgave the affront。 And he forgave a dozen other and worse mal…treatments which followed。 But； at last； the dog took to shunning the neighborhood of the pest。 That availed him nothing； except to make Cyril seek him out in whatsoever refuge the dog had chosen。
Lad； trotting hungrily to his dinner dish； would find his food thick…strewn with cayenne pepper or else soaked in reeking gasoline。
Lad； seeking peace and solitude in his piano cave； would discover his rug； there； cleverly scattered with carpet tacks； points upward。
Lad； starting up from a snooze at the Mistress's call； would be deftly tripped as he started to bound down the veranda steps； and would risk bruises and fractures by an ugly fall to the driveway below。
Wherever Lad went； whatever Lad did； there was a cruel trick awaiting him。 And； in time； the dog's dark eyes took on an expression of puzzled unhappiness that went straight to the hearts of the two humans who loved him。
All his life； Lad had been a privileged character on the Place。 Never had he known nor needed whip or chain。 Never had he；or any of the Place's other dogs；been wantonly teased by any human。 He had known； and had given； only love and square treatment and stanch friendliness。 He had ruled as benevolent monarch of the Place's Little People； had given loyal service to his two deities； the Mistress and the Master； and had stood courteously aloof from the rest of mankind。 And he had been very； very happy。
Now； in a breath； all this was changed。 Ever at his heels； ever waiting to find some new way to pester him； was a human too small and too weak to attack；a human who was forever setting the collie's high…strung nerves on edge or else actively hurting him。 Lad could not understand it。 And as the child gained in health and strength； Lad's lot grew increasingly miserable。
The Mistress and the Master were keenly aware of conditions。 And they did their best；a useless best；to mitigate them for the dog。 They labored over Cyril； to make him leave Lad alone。 They pointed out to him the mean cowardice of his course of torture。 They even threatened to send him to nearer relatives until his parents' return。 All in vain。 Faced with the most undeniable proofs； the child invariably would lie。 He denied that he had ever ill…used Lad in any way； and would weep； in righteous indignation； at the charges。 What was to be done？
〃I thought it would brighten up the house so； to have a child in
it again！〃 sighed the Mistress as she and her husband discussed the matter； uselessly； for the fiftieth time； after one of these scenes。 〃I looked forward so much to his coming here！ But he'soh； he isn't like any child I eve