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〃He's not mad； whatever else he is。 A mad dog never swerves from his path。〃
But if the Mistress remained moveless； Lad did not。 Seeing her peril even more swiftly than did she； he made one lightning dive from his perch on the car seat。
He did not leap at random。 Lad's brain always worked more quickly than did his lithe body； flyingly rapid as were that body's motions。 As he gathered himself for the spring； his campaign was mapped out。
Down upon the charging beast swooped a furry whirlwind of burnished mahogany…and…snow。 Down it swooped with the whirring speed and unerring aim of an eagle。 Sixty…odd pounds of sinewy weight smote the lunging mongrel； obliquely； on the left shoulder； knocking the great brute's legs from under him and throwing him completely off his balance。 Into the dust crashed the two dogs； Lad on top。 Before they struck ground； the collie's teeth had found their goal ire the side of the larger dog's throat； and every whalebone muscle in Lad's body was braced to hold his enemy down。
It was a clever hold。 For the fall had thrown the mongrel on his side。 And so long as Lad should be able to keep the great foaming head in that sideways posture； the other dog could not get his feet under him again。 With his legs in their present position； he had no power to get up； but lay thrashing and snapping and snarling； and trying with all his cramped might to free himself from the muscular grip that held him prostrate。
It was all over in something like two seconds。 Up stormed the crowd； the pistol…wielder at its head。 Three shots were fired at point…blank range。 By some miracle none of them harmed Lad； although one bullet scratched his foreleg on its way to the black giant's brain。
As soon as she could； the Mistress got herself and the loudly…praised Lad into the car and set off for home。 Now that the peril was over； she felt dizzy and ill。 She had seen what it is not well to see。 And the memory of it haunted her for many a night thereafter。
As for Lad； he was still atingle with excitement。 The noisy praise of those babbling humans had bothered him； and he had been glad to escape it。 Lad hated to be mauled or talked to by strangers。 But the Mistress's tremulous squeeze and her shuddering whisper of 〃Oh； Laddie！ LADDIE！〃 had shown she was proud of him。 And this flattered and delighted Lad； past all measure。
He had acted on impulse。 But； from the Mistress's manner； he saw he had made a wonderful hit with her by what he had done。 And his tail thumped ecstatically against the seat as he cuddled very close to her side。
At home； there was more praise and petting；this time from both the Mistress and the Master。 And the Master bathed and patched the insignificant bullet…scratch on the collie's foreleg。 Altogether； it was a gala afternoon for the young dog。 And he loved it。
But； next morning； there was quite another phase of life awaiting him。 Like most Great Moments； this exploit of Lad's was not on the free list。 And Trouble set in；grim and sinister trouble。
Breakfast was over。 The Mistress and the Master were taking their wonted morning stroll through the grounds。 Lad cantered along； ahead of them。 The light bullet…scratch on his foreleg did not lame or annoy him。 He inspected everything of canine interest； sniffing expert inquiry at holes which might prove to be rabbit warrens； glaring in truculent threat up some tree which might or might not harbor an impudent squirrel； affecting to see objects of mysterious import in bush clumps； crouching in dramatic threat at a fat stag…beetle which scuttled across his path。
There are an immense number of worth…while details for a very young collie； in even the most casual morning walk； especially if his Mistress and his Master chance to be under his escort。 And Laddie neglected none of these things。 If a troop of bears or a band of Indians or a man…eating elephant were lurking anywhere in the shrubbery or behind tree…trunks； Lad was not going to fail in discovering and routing out such possible dangers to the peace of mind of his two adored deities。
Scent and sight presently were attracted by a feeble fluttering under a low…limbed catalpa tree in whose branches a pair of hysterical robins were screeching。 Lad paused； his tulip ears at attention； his plumed tail swaying。 Then he pushed his long muzzle through a clump of grass and emerged carrying a flapping and piping morsel between his mighty jaws。 The birds； on the limb above； redoubled their frenzied chirping； and made little futile dashes at the collie's head。
Unheeding； Lad walked back to the Mistress and laid gently at her feet the baby robin he had found。 His keen teeth had not so much as ruffled its pinfeather plumage。 Having done his share toward settling the bird's dilemma； Laddie stood back and watched in grave interest while the Mistress lifted the fluttering infant and put it back in the nest whence it had fallen。
〃That makes the fifth baby bird Laddie has brought to me in a month；〃 she commented； as she and the Master turned back toward the house。 〃To say nothing of two field mice and a broken…winged bat。 He seems to think I'll know what to do for them。〃
〃I only hope he won't happen upon a newborn rattlesnake or copperhead and bring it to you for refuge；〃 answered the Master。 〃I never saw another dog； except a trained pointer or setter； that could handle birds so tenderly。 He〃
The bumping of a badly handled rowboat； against the dock； at the foot of the lawn； a hundred yards below； checked his rambling words。 Lad； at sudden attention； by his master's side； watched the boat's occupant clamber clumsily out of his scow； then stamp along the dock and up the lawn toward the house。 The arrival was a long and lean and lank and lantern…jawed man with a set of the most fiery red whiskers ever seen outside a musical comedy。 The Master had seen him several times； in the village； and recognized him as Homer Wefers； the newly…appointed Township Head Constable。 The Mistress recognized him； too； as the vehement official whose volley of pistol…bullets had ended the sufferings of the black mongrel。 She shivered； in reminiscence； as she looked at him。 The memory he evoked was not pleasant。
〃Morning！〃 Wefers observed； curtly； as the Master； with Lad beside him； stepped forward to greet the scarlet…bearded guest。 〃I tried to get over here； last night。 But I guess it's soon enough； today。 Has he showed any signs； yet？〃 He nodded inquiringly at the impassive Lad； as he spoke。
〃'Soon enough' for what？〃 queried the puzzled Master。
〃And what sort of 'signs' are you talking about？〃
〃Soon enough to shoot that big brown collie of yours；〃 explained Wefers； with businesslike briskness。 〃And I'm asking if he's showed any signs of hydrophoby。 Has he？〃
〃Are you speaking of Laddie？〃 asked the Mistress； in dismay； as the slower…witted Master； stared and gulped。 〃Why should he show any signs of hydrophobia？ He〃
〃If he hasn't； he will；〃 rapped out the visitor。 〃Or he would； if he wasn't put out of the way。 That's what I'm here for。 But I kind of hoped maybe you folks might have done it； yourselves。 Can't be too careful； you know。 'Specially〃
〃What in blue blazes are you blithering about？〃 roared the Master； finding his voice and marshaling his startled wits。 〃Do you mean〃
〃I mean；〃 said Wefers； rebuking with a cold glare the Master's disrespectful manner； 〃I mean I'm here to shoot that big collie of yours。 He was bit by a mad dog； yesterday。 So was three other dogs over in the village。 I shot 'em all； before they had time to d'velop symptoms and things； or bite anybody。 One of 'em；〃 he added； unctuously； 〃one of 'em b'longed to that little crippled Posthanger girl。 She cried and begged； something pitiful； when I come for him。 But dooty is dooty。 So I〃
〃OH！〃
The Mistress's horrified monosyllable broke in on the smug recital。 She caught Lad protectingly by the ruff and stared in mute dread at the lanky and red…whiskered officer。 Lad； reading her voice as always； divined this nasal…toned caller had said or done something to make her unhappy。 His ruff bristled。 One corner of his lip lifted in something which looked like a smile； but which was not。 And； very far down in his throat a growl was born。
But the Master stepped in front of his wife and his dog； and confronted the constable。 Fighting for calmness； he asked：
〃Do I understand that you shot those harmless little pups just because a dog that was sick； and not rabid； happened to nip them？ And that you've come across here with an idea of doing the same thing to Lad？ Is that it？〃
〃That's the idea；〃 assented Wefers。 〃I said so； right off； as soon as I got here。 Only； you're wrong about the dog being 'sick。' He was mad。 Had rabies。 I'd ought to know。 I〃
〃How and why ought you to know？〃 demanded the Master； still battling for perfect calm； and succeeding none too well。 〃How ought you to know？ Are you a veterinary？ Have you ever made a study of dogs and of their maladies？ Have you ever read up； carefully； on the subject of rabies？ Have you read Eberhardt or Dr。 Bennett or Skinner or any of a dozen other authorities on the disease？ Have you consulted such eminent vets as Hopper and Finch； for instance？ If you have； you certainly must know th