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。 The quartet added generously to the glowing beauty of the summer day。
Down the lake they came； in a canoe modestly scarlet except for a single broad purple stripe under the gunwale。 The canoe's tones blended sweetly with the pink parasol and blue picture hat of one of the women。
Stolid and unshaven fishermen； in drab scows； along the canoe's route； looked up from their lines； in bovine wonder at the vision of loveliness which swept resonantly past them。 For the quartet were warbling。 They were also doing queer musical stunts which are fondly miscalled 〃close harmony。〃
Thus do they and their kind pay homage to a divine day on a fire…blue lake； amid the hush of the eternal hills。 Lesser souls may find themselves speaking in few and low…pitched words； under the holy spell of such surroundings。 But to loftier types of holiday…seekers； the benignant silences of the wilderness are put there by an all…wise Providence for the purpose of being fractured by any racket denoting care…free merriment；the louder the merrier。 There is nothing so racket…breeding as a perfect day amid perfect scenery。
The four revelers had paddled down into the lake； on a day's picnicking。 They had come from far up the Ramapo river； beyond Suffern。 And the long downstream jaunt had made them hungry。 Wherefore； as they reached mid…lakes they began to inspect the wooded shores for an attractive luncheon…site。 And they found what they sought。
A half…mile to southward； a gently rolling point of land pushed out into the lake。 It was smooth…shaven and emerald…bright。 It formed the lower end of a lawn； sloping gently downward； a hundred yards or more； from a gray old house which nestled happily among mighty oaks on a plateau at the low hill's summit。
The point （with its patch of beach…sand at the water's edge； and with comfortable shade from a lakeside tree or so）； promised an ideal picnic…ground。 The shaven grass not only offered fine possibilities for an after…luncheon snooze； but was the most convenient sort of place for the later strewing of greasy newspapers and Japanese napkins and wooden platters and crusts and chicken bones and the like。
Moreover； a severely plain 〃No Trespass〃 sign； at the lake…margin； would serve as ideal kindling for a jolly little camp…fire。 There is always a zest in using trespass boards for picnic fires。 Not only are they seasoned and painted in a way to cause quick ignition； but people laugh so appreciatively； when one tells； afterward； of the bit of jovial audacity。
Yes； this point was just the place for luncheon and for siesta。 It might have been made to order。 And by tacit consent the two paddlers sent their multi…chrome canoe sweeping toward it。 Five minutes later； they had helped the girls ashore and were lifting out the lunch…basket and various newspaper parcels and the red…and…purple cushions。
With much laughter and a snatch or two of close harmony； the lunch was spread。 One of the men picked out a place for the fire （against the trunk of a two…century oak； perhaps the millionth noble old tree to be threatened thus with death from care…free picnickers' fires） and the other man sauntered across to the trespass board to annex it for kindling。
Everything was so happy and so complete and everyone was having such a perfect time！ Into such moments Fate loves best to toss Trouble。 And； this day； Fate played true to form。
As the fire…maker's hand was laid on the trespass board； even as his inconsequential muscles were braced to rip it loose from its post；a squeal from the girl in the blue picture hat and the Nile…green georgette waist； checked his mirthful activities。
Now； there was nothing remarkable in the fact that the chromatic lass had squealed。 Indeed； she and her equally fair companion had been squealing at intervals； all morning。 But there was nothing coquettish or gay about this particular squeal。 It savored rather of a screech。 In its shrill note was a tiny thread of terror。 And the two men wheeled about； to look。
The blue…hatted girl had paused in her dainty labor of helping to spread out the lunch； in order to peep inquisitively up the slope toward the tree…framed house above。 It might be fun； after eating； to stroll up there and squint in through the veranda windows； or；if no one was at home； to gather an armful of the roses that clambered over one end of the porch。
During that brief exploratory glance； her eye had been caught by something moving through the woods beyond。
Behind the house； these woods ran up to the highroad； a furlong above。 A driveway led twistingly down from the gate…lodge； to the house。 Along this drive； was pacing a dog。
As the girl caught sight of him； the dog halted in his lazy stroll and stood eagerly erect； his nose upraised； his tulip ears pricked。 Sound or scent； or both； had been arrested by some unusual presence。 And he paused to verify the warning。
As he stood there； an instant； in the shade…flecked driveway； the girl saw he was a collie； massive； graceful； majestic； in the full strength of his early prime； his shaggy coat of burnished mahogany…and…snow glinting back the showers of sun…rays that filtered down through the leaves。
Before the watching girl could take further note of him； the dog's aspect of tense listening merged into certainty。 With no further shadow of doubt as to direction； he set off at a sweeping run past the house and toward the point。
He ran with head down； and with tawny ruff abristle。 There was something in his lithe gallop that was as ominous as it was beautiful。 And； nervous at the great collie's approach； the girl squealed。
It had been a dull morning for Lad。 The Mistress was in town for the day。 The Master was shut up in his study； hard at work。 And； for once； he had not remembered to call Lad to a resting place on the study rug； before closing the door on the outside world。 Alone and bored； the collie had wandered into the woods； in quest of possible rabbits to chase or squirrels to tree。 Finding the sport tame； he started homeward。 Midway down the drive； his supersensitive nostrils caught the whiff of alien humans on the Place。 At the same time； he heard the raucous gabbling of several voices。 Though his near…sighted eyes did not yet show the intruders to him； yet scent and sound made it ridiculously easy for him to trace them。
From early puppyhood； Lad had been the official guardian of the Place。 He knew the limits of its thirty acres； from lake to highroad； from boundary fence to boundary fence。 He knew； too； that visitors must not be molested as long as they were on the driveway； but that no stranger might be allowed to cross the land； by any other route； or to trespass on lawn or oak…grove。
And now； apparently； strangers were holding some sort of unlicensed revelry； down on the point。 His sense of smell told him that neither the Master nor anyone else belonging to the Place was with them。 True watchdog indignation swelled up in Lad's heart。 And he ran at top speed。
The girl's three companions； turning at sight of her gesturing hand； beheld a mahogany…and…white thunderbolt whizzing down the hundred…yard slope toward them。
It chanced that both the men had served long apprenticeship as dog…fanciers； and that both of them knew collies。 Thus； no second look was needed。 One glimpse of the silently charging Lad told them all they needed to know。 Not in this way does a blatant or bluffing watchdog seek to shoo off trespassers。 This giant collie； with his lowered head and glinting fangs and ruffling hackles； meant business。 And the men acted accordingly。
〃Run for it！〃 bellowed one of them； setting a splendid example by reaching the beached canoe at a single scrambling bound。 The second man was no whit behind him。 Between them； the canoe； at one shove； was launched。 The first man grabbed one of the girls by the arm and propelled her into the wobbling craft； while the other shoved off。 The remaining girl；she of the azure headgear and the verdant waist；slipped on the grassy bank； in her flight； and sat down very hard； at the water's edge。 Already the canoe was six feet from shore； and both men were doing creditable acrobatic stunts to keep it from turning turtle。
〃Stand perfec'ly still；〃 one of them exhorted the damsel； as he saw with horror that she had been left ashore in the tumbling flight。 〃Stand still and don't holler！ Keep your hands high。 It's likely he won't bother you。 These highbred collies are pretty gentle with women； but some of 'em are blue murder to strange men。 He〃
The man swayed for balance。 His fellow…hero had brought the canoe about； in an effort to smite with uplifted paddle at the oncoming dog without venturing too close to the danger…line。
In the same moment； Lad had gained the brink of the lake。 Ignoring the panic…struck woman on the bank； he flashed past her and galloped； body…deep； into the water； toward the swaying canoe。
Here he paused。 For Lad was anything but a fool。 And； like other wise collies； he had sense enough to realize that a swimming dog is one of the most helpless creatures in the universe； when it comes to self…defense。
Ashore； or in water shallow enough to maneuver his powerful body； Lad could give excellent account of himself against any normal foe。 Bu