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zzle was thrust for the merest instant into her trembling hand。
Then； as Ruloff advanced； Lad took one majestic step forward； his great body shielding the girl； his dark eyes sternly on the man's； his lips drawing back from his blunted yellow fangs。 Deep in his throat a growl was born。
Ruloff checked himself； looking doubtfully at the shaggy brute。 And at the same moment the superintendent appeared over the ridge of the hill； on his way to the orchard。 The Slav picked up a filled basket and shoved it at Sonya。
〃Jump！〃 he ordered。 〃Keep moving。 Be back here in one minute！〃
With a sigh of enormous relief and a pat of furtive gratitude to Lad； the child set forth on her errand。 Yet； even at risk of a sharper rebuke； she accommodated her pace to Lad's stately slow steps。
Hitherto she had loved the dog for no special reason except that her heart somehow went out to him。 But now she had a practical cause for her devotion。 Lad had stood between her and a fist blow。 He had risked； she knew not what； to defy her all…terrible father and to protect her from punishment。
As soon as she was out of Ruloff's sight； she set down her basket； and flung both puny arms about the dog's neck in an agony of gratitude。
Her squeeze almost strangled the weak old collie。 But there was love in it。 And because of that； he reveled in the hurt。
〃You won't let him thump me！〃 she whispered in the dog's ear。 〃You won't let him。 I'd never be afraid of him； if you were there。 Oh； Laddie； you're so darling！〃
Lad； highly pleased； licked her wizened little face and； sitting down； insisted on shaking hands with her。 He realized he had done something quite wonderful and had made this little chum of his proud of him。 Wherefore； he was proud of himself； and felt young and gay again；until his next strenuous effort to walk fast。
All night； in her sleep； in the stiflingly hot loft of her father's hovel； which served her and the five other Ruloff children as a dormitory； Sonya was faintly aware of that bright memory。 Her first waking thought was of the shaggy shoulder pressed so protectingly against her side； and of the reassuring thrust of Lad's muzzle into her cupped palm。 It all seemed as vividly real as though she could still feel the friendly contact。
On the next morning； Ruloff alone of all the village's population went to work。 For it was Labor Day。
Ruloff did not believe in holidays；either for himself or for his family。 And while wages were so high。 he was not minded to throw away a full day's earnings； just for the sake of honoring a holiday ordained in a country for which he felt no fondness or other interest。 So； with Sonya tagging after him； he made his way to the Place； as usual。
Now； on Labor Day； of that year； was held the annual outdoor dog…show at Hawthorne。 Lad； of course； was far too old to be taken to a show。 And this was one of the compensations of old age。 For Laddie detested dog shows。 But； abnormally sensitive by nature； this sensitiveness had grown upon him with failing strength and added years。 Thus； when he saw Bruce and Bob and Jean bathed and groomed and made ready for the show； he was sad at heart。 For here was one more thing in which he no longer had any share。
And so he lay down in his cave； under the piano； his head between his absurdly small white forepaws； and hearkened sadly to the preparations for departure。
Bruce （〃Sunnybank Goldsmith〃） was perhaps the most beautiful collie of his generation。 Groomed for a show； he made most other dogs look plebeian and shabby。 That day； one may say in passing； he was destined to go through the collie classes； to Winners； with a rush； and then to win the award and cup for 〃Best Dog Of Any Breed In The Show。〃
Bruce's son and daughterBobby and Jean were to win in their respective collie classes as Best Puppy and Best Novice。 It was to be a day of triumph for the Sunnybank Kennels。 Yet； somehow； it was to be a day to which the Mistress and the Master never enjoyed looking back。
Into the car the three dogs were put。 The Mistress and the Master and the Place's superintended got aboard； and the trip to Hawthorne began。
Laddie had come out from his cave to see the show…goers off。 The Mistress； looking back； had a last glimpse of him； standing in the front doorway； staring wistfully after the car。 She waved her hand to him in farewell。 Lad wagged his plumed tail； once； in reply； to the salute。 Then； heavily； he turned back again into the house。
〃Dear old Laddie！〃 sighed the Mistress。 〃He used to hate to go to shows。 And now he hates being left behind。 It seems so cruel to leave him。 And yet〃
〃Oh the maids will take good care of him！〃 consoled the Master。 〃They spoil him； whenever they get a chance。 And we'll be back before five o'clock。 We can't be forever looking out for his crotchety feelings。〃
〃We won't be 'forever' doing that；〃 prophesied the Mistress； unhappily。
Left alone the old dog paced slowly back to his cave。 The day was hot。 His massive coat was a burden。 Life was growing more of a problem than of old it had been。 Also； from time to time； lately； his heart did queer things that annoyed Lad。 At some sudden motion or undue exertion it had a new way of throbbing and of hammering against his ribs so violently as to make him pant。
Lad did not understand this。 And； as with most things he did not understand； it vexed him。 This morning； for example；the heat of the day and the fatigue of his ramble down through the rose garden to the lake and back； had set it to thumping painfully。 He was glad to lie at peace in his beloved cave； in the cool music…room； and sleep away the hours until his deities should return from that miserable dog…show。 He slept。
And so an hour wore on； and then another and another。
At the show； the Mistress developed one of her sick headaches。 She said nothing of it。 But the Master saw the black shadows grow； under her eyes； and the color go out of her face； and he noted the little pain…lines around her mouth。 So； as soon as the collie judging was over； he made her get into the car； and he drove her home； meaning to return to Hawthorne in time for the afternoon judging of specials and of variety classes。
Meanwhile； as the morning passed； Lad was roused from his fitful old…age slumber by the sound of crying。 Into his dreams seeped the distressing sound。 He woke； listened； got up painfully and started toward the front door。
Halfway to the door； his brain cleared sufficiently for him to recognize the voice that had awakened him。 And his leisurely walk merged into a run。
Ruloff and Sonya had been working all morning in the peach orchard。 To the child's chagrin； Lad was nowhere in sight。 Every time she passed the house she loitered as long as she dared； in hope of getting a glimpse of him。
〃I wonder where Laddie is；〃 she ventured； once； as her father was filling a basket for her to carry。
〃The dogs have gone to a silly show；〃 grunted Ruloff； piling the basket。 〃The superintendent told me； yesterday。 To waste a whole day with dogs！ Pouf！ No wonder the world is poor！ Here； the basket is full。 Jump！〃
Sonya picked up the heavy loadtwice as big as usual were the baskets given her to carry； now that the interfering Master and the superintendent were not here to forbidand started laboriously for the house。
Her back ached with weariness。 Yet； in the absence of her protectors； she dared not complain or even to allow herself the luxury of walking slowly。 So； up the hill； she toiled； at top speed。 Ruloff had finished filling another basket； and he prepared to follow her。 This completed the morning's work。 His lunch…pail awaited him at the barn。 With nobody to keep tabs on him； he resolved to steal an extra hour of time； in honor of Labor Dayat his employer's expense。
Sonya pattered up the rise and around to the corner of the house。 There； feeling her father's eye on her； as he followed； she tried to hasten her staggering steps。 As a result； she stumbled against the concrete walk。 Her bare feet went from under her。
Down she fell； asprawl； the peaches flying in fifty directions。 She had cut her knee； painfully； against the concrete edge。 This； and the knowledge that Ruloff would most assuredly punish her clumsiness； made her break out in shrill weeping。
Among the cascaded peaches she lay； crying her eyes out。 Up the hill toward her scrambled Ruloff； basket on shoulder； yelling abuse better fitted for the ears of a balky mule than for those of a hurt child。
〃Get up！〃 he bawled。 〃Get up； you worthless little cow！ If you've spoiled any of those peaches or broke my basket； I'll cut the flesh off your bones。〃
Sonya redoubled her wailing。 For； she recognized a bumpy substance beneath her as the crushed basket。 And these baskets belonged to Ruloff； not to the Place。
For the accidental breaking of far less worthwhile things； at home； she and her brothers and sisters had often been thrashed most unmercifully： Her lamentations soared to high heaven。 And her father's running feet sounded like the tramp of Doom。
There is perhaps no other terror so awful as that of an ill treated child at the approach of punishment。 A man or woman； menaced by danger from law or from private foe； can either fight it out or run away f