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denly. His head went up, his pink ears cocked in-
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three minutes before he noticed the dog beside him.
Then he straightened his broad back, listening.
"What d'ye hear, Bat?" he asked softly. "Visitors
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coming
He shaded his eyes to stare down the valley. A
mile or more away he caught the movement of white
specks against the russet of the woods, and beyond
them a tiny flash of scarlet. He grinned.
"Hounds headed this way," was his comment. "A
pretty day for a hunt it is, too. Wonder if you've
learned your lesson, youngster."
Bat's reply was a half-comic look of understand-
ing and a wag or two of his whip-like tail. The
chorus of the pack was clearer now. It sent little
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cub-hunting season. The memory was vivid still,
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With thirty horses crowding the narrow space
there was no room for a proper take-off. "Go back
to the bridge and around!" someone gestured.
*'Take out a fence panel!" another shouted.
Ben Avery's voice cut through the confusion.
"Hold on," he bellowed. "Wait till I get some
bars down!"
But before he could reach the far side of the
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"You're sure you're all right, June?" he asked.
She laughed, a bit shakily. "Perfectly all right.
him. Dad —
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manage him. Look at ^he's hurt
The chestnut, still breathing hard, was standing
with his head lowered. One of his knees was begin-
ning to swell, and there was a red, ragged wound
on his breast, where one of the broken rails had
gashed his hide.
The two men stepped closer and examined the
horse's injuries. "Too bad to miss the rest o' the
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AS HIS KNEES AND CHEST HIT THE RAILS
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I hate to trouble you but could I use your telephone*?
lawn. The pink had come back into her cheeks and
she smiled when the young dog sniffed politely at
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fingers scratched the pup's neck delightfully just
behind the ear. He cuddled his head closer against
her knee, his tail whipping in a white arc.
June?"
"I think he's adorable now," she replied. "And
he sort of likes me, too. Don't you, Bat? Want to
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was at the girl's side in a single bound.
bridge.
had settled. His eyes were sad and his tail hung
down dejectedly instead of standing straight out
from his body at its usual jaunty angle.
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Ben Avery saw the signs and smiled. "Come on,
hoy," he said. "The sun's still shining, and we've
got a fence to mend 'fore lunch-time."
the farm.
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Deep as Bat's slumbers were, they never lasted
blanket again.
He did not need the crowing of the roosters in
the hen-house to tell him dawn was at hand. As
soon as the first tinge of gray came into the sky he
him.
Bat still stood in some awe of his foster-mother.
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She was too old and too dignified to share in the
rough play that he enjoyed, and she was inclined
to snap at him and send him on his way when he
made friendly advances. To her mind he was an
unsatisfactory pup — too long in the legs and strong
in the jaw to make a good rabbit-dog. His ears stood
drawback.
The young bull terrier knew that he was differ-
ent from Jenny and her beagle pups, but life was
too full of exciting things for him to be unhappy
about it. He left her to supervise the milking and
went out for his morning run.
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abandoned groundhog hole, then returned circuit-
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wagged an appreciative tail and trotted off around
the corner of the house. Hungry as he was, some-
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were always interesting, and this one he felt needed
special investigation. It wasn't Ben Avery's old
touring-model or the grocer's truck. He knew the
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paid promptly. I see you've got it fixed."
you left. The posts were solid enough. Too bad you
took the trouble to drive way up here just for that."
June Faulkner looked at her father, smiling.
We wanted to ask —
if if you'd consider selling him."
"Sell Bat?" The farmer's bushy brows went up.
"Why no, I don't aim to. You see, I think quite a
bit of him myself. Now he's beginning to get some
sense, I find him mighty good company."
The girl took a quick step forward and laid her
hand impulsively on Avery's arm. "Oh, I under-
stand," she said in an earnest voice. "Of course you
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The farmer looked whimsically from the terrier
to the girl and back again. "I reckon the pup would
be just as happy here as he would in the show-ring,"
he remarked. ''But, shucks! I got along without him
for sixty years. And if Miss June sets such store by
him, I don't want to stand in her way."
"You mean you'd really be willing to let him
go?" She was breathless.
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He took a check-book and fountain pen from his
pocket and the farmer turned slowly toward the
door. "Won't you folks come in?" he said. 'Til go
get the pedigree and registration papers." He sighed
once as he climbed the stairs.
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traffic light and saw more cars shoot past than Bat
had known there were in the world. Then in a little
acquainted."
The girl snapped the leather thong to Bat's col-
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grove, they came to a row of kennels and wire-
enclosed exercise yards. The clamor that went up
when the bull terrier appeared was high-pitched and
deafening.
At least a score of small black dogs were yelping
their excitement from inside the wire netting. Bat
stared at them full of curiosity, for these were dif-
ferent from beagles, or foxhounds, or the old collie
gripped him under the jowl and tilted his head up.
Friendly eyes of Scotch blue looked keenly into his.
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she. ''But Bat's going to be my dog. He'll live at
the house and I'll see that he's properly fed and
exercised. When it's time to ready him for the shows
I'll let you take over, McGill. Where's Candy? I
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divinity.
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sinking into a new kind of grass, warm and soft
understood dogs.
Candy was dancing on ahead, anxious to show
off the wonders of his domain. They went through
a big room where there were easy chairs and pic-
tures and a grand piano. Next came a smaller room,
its walls lined with books and a bright wood fire
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southerly corner. He sniffed its clean, woolly surface
and looked up at the girl with polite inquiry in his
eyes.
Bat."
He would have lain down then and there, not
because he was tired but for the sheer luxury of it.
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insides. For the first time he was homesick.
June Faulkner's return chased away his blues. He
sprang up joyfully at the sound of her step and was
waiting for her at the door. As the girl stooped to
pat him, she caught sight of the magazine and
frowned. Candy by this time was curled up in a
comfortable chair, the picture of innocence, and it
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watch him made the young terrier's muscles cry for
action. He whimpered once or twice, but June
Faulkner shook her head. "Not yet, old dear," she
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—no deliberate heroism. An instinct for battle that
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of his mistress.
"It's a confounded outrage!" the man puffed.
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June made no answer. She was kneeling on the
grass beside the terrier, her hands exploring his
quivering hide for hurts. ''Good old Bat!" she said,
with a choke in her voice. ''Good old brave Bat!"
Now that the crisis was over she was trembling and
on the point of tears.
serious?"
two, but it'll heal over and his coat'U cover it."
pup his age could stand off the two o' them an'
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pit-dogs for courage, but a cut in that white skin o'
nesses."
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the next ten minutes the bull terrier had all the
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ter of fact we're safer with him in the house than
we would be with a couple of policemen around
under foot."
In the evenings and over week-ends, when Mr.
Faulkner was at home, Bat saw a good deal of the
master of the house. They liked and respected each
other. But it was to June that the dog had given
his undying loyalty. She took him for long runs
every day. Even when the first snowfall came, after
Thanksgiving, she donned warm ski clothes and they
spent hilarious hours on the cold white slope beyond
the grove.
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Licorice Drop. Are you going to let undersized
feather dusters with silly names like that beat you
in this show business? I think not, Mister!''
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a shiny black and white spot on a sheet of paper,
smelling faintly of printer's ink. He knew she ex-
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June, watching his headlong rush, had a moment of
doubt. If he went over in the heat of the chase she
could hardly blame him. But he stopped. Somehow,
skidding and slithering in the wet leaves, he brought
up a yard short of the barrier. He looked disconso-
lately after the fleeing bunny, then turned and came
grinning back to her.
The girl stroked his head with unqualified ap-
proval. "Snowboy," she told him feelingly, ''you're
a very good dog." And that night she laid the leash
away in a drawer and turned the key on it.
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come in from the limousine with his arms full of
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and patted the cushion invitingly.
the box she drew the most beautiful collar Bat had
ever seen. It was of fine black leather, studded with
silver that glinted in the light. "And your name's
on it," she explained, pointing to the engraved let-
she unbuckled the old collar and put the new one
in its place. Then she kissed him on the top of his
cold black nose and stood up, fending off his caresses.
"Merry Christmas," she laughed, "and a happy,
happy New Year!"
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cell all morning, and finally lay down dolefully to
sulk in a corner. The cockers had gotten over their
building.
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fields. An hour or two of this and the terrier was
glad to trot comfortably homeward.
Daily, in sunshine, rain or snow, McGill gave his
charge a good workout. As soon as they returned to
the kennel he rubbed the bull terrier down, massag-
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a strapped blanket of gay plaid. ''It goes on ye
like this," he continued, fastening the buckle at the
throat, "an' then back over the tail, an' under the
belly with a bit of a strap. Now into the box with
ye."
Bat had just room to lie down in the little trav-
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colors, than he had ever thought existed.
"Let's see/' said McGill. "This ought to be the
Up ye go, lad."
In another moment the chain had been snapped
into a ring at the back of the bench, a small pan of
water was set beside the dog, and McGill was gone.
Bat followed him with worried eyes till he turned
the corner at the end of the row. Stretching as far
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seemed full of tenseness and excitement.
An attendant in a white coat elbowed his way
through the press of people. "Ten minutes," he an-
nounced, cupping his hands to make his voice heard.
'Tuppy Class —Dogs—have your entries ready out-
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ting forward at the Scotchman's side, into the ring.
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ring. The judge had put the blue winner's ribbon in
the Scotchman's hand.
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"Well/' the kennel-man hesitated, "there's tricks
They say he's headed for top o' the breed, an' he's
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got a handler that'll bear watchin'. Still — ye've got
some thin' to show, yerself Good luck I"
.
said.
him when she led him into the same ring where he
had been before. This time there was a difference
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took the same alert pose as before.
Next to them was a man in a loud checked coat,
him!"
An enticing smell had pulled Bat's nose around
toward his neighbor. The man in the checked jacket
front!"
Obediently Bat tried to keep his mind on the busi-
ness in hand. He was standing like an angel when
the judge passed on his second slow tour. It was
taking longer this time. The competition was close.
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during the ordeal. It was only when the man passed
on to the next dog that she heaved a sigh of relief
out emotion.
The man in checks looked outraged, but he moved
his terrier .around to Bat's left while a murmur of
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excited whispering swept the crowd. The judge
frowned at the spectators and took his eyes off the
ing at them.
The face of the older dog's handler was a picture
of smug innocence, while June's cheeks reddened
ribbon. "Oh !" she gasped. "It's blue! Oh, thank you
so much !" And in another instant she was down in
the tanbark hugging Bat to her breast.
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Conowingo. ''That judge is as fine a bull-terrier man
as there is in the country. Do you know what he
told me? He says Bat's the best-looking youngster
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as she bade him goodnight. "Fm going to persuade
old Simon Legree McGill to let you live in here for
a while."
The Scot was at the house by breakfast-time next
morning anxiously inquiring for his favorite. He
shook his head when the girl proposed her plan. "Ye
see, Miss, we've got a green dog here," he objected.
''At the Westminster he'll be up against a lot o'
while?"
"I will, McGill," she smiled. "But if you miss
him a little you'll know how I feel when you keep
him down there."
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If the big white terrier had not already formed a
good deal of character he would probably have been
hopelessly spoiled in the next few days. He had the
run of the house. June and her father showed him
off to admiring guests. The servants made much of
him, and the cook saved choice bits of meat to smug-
gle to him on the sly. Even Forbes, the butler, who
was an incorrigible snob, took notice of the dog's
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lently along the thick carpet of the upper hall, the
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room. The intruder was clambering over the window-
ledge. Like a white streak, the terrier raced to the
door again.
June Faulkner's lovely face wore a frown of puz-
zlement. "Yes," she told him, "I'll let you out —but
what was the trouble? Wait ! I've got it — the dinner-
burglar I Father!"
At her cry the men came hurrying from the
dining-room followed by two or three frightened-
looking lady guests.
"Fetch my gun, Forbes!" Ramsdell Faulkner
ordered. "Have someone call the police." He
turned the knob of the door, and before it was
half open Bat slipped past, leaping out into the
winter dark.
At top speed the dog headed for the side of the
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sharp ears caught the crackle of twigs in a rhodo-
dendron thicket, off to the left in the direction of
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streamed the dinner party — the master, with his
shotgun, running in the lead. And almost at the same
moment a red police car roared up the pike and
slithered to a stop by the wall.
scription for a month but he's been too slick for us.
Only for that dog o' yours he might ha' got away
this time. Better take him with us to the house till
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had time to collect more than a handful of loot.
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break. Still, he was used to the company of the
cockers now and he had learned to trust McGill. The
experience was far less painful than it had been
when he first went into training.
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turn his head to look at her until McGill gave per-
mission. Then, when the lesson was ended and the
buckskin loop slipped off his neck, he would make a
running jump to throw himself into her arms.
"I don't see how you can make him any better,"
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another show. This time, however, there was no
early morning start. Late in the afternoon his
blanket was put on, and accompanied by four or five
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the end of it he began to hear the far-away barking
of other dogs —untold myriads of dogs. The cockers
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brought in and the din they made was deafening.
It took McGill the best part of an hour to get
all his charges safely chained in their cubicles, to fill
their water pans and make them ready for the night.
Then he returned to Bat's bench. "Good lad," he
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legs and stretching against the chain. Not because
he felt any anxiety but simply because it seemed to
like a bairn. Eat a bit o' biscuit now, an' I'll show
ye the sights o' New York."
Ten minutes later they were out on the pavement,
tasting the brisk, sharp air of the winter morning.
a canine king.
He was sorry to see the Scotchman leave, but he
the enclosure.
The Faulkners, father and daughter, arrived a
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few minutes before show time and came at once to
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The ring seemed to be full of young dogs when
Bat's handler wheeled him into position. It was a
big entry. But of the eleven pups that faced the
judge none was quite as big or as fully muscled as
the Faulkner terrier. And though some of them had
beautiful heads and bodies, not one could match
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testily. "Let me see his birth record."
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the other, McGill walked grinning out of the ring.
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Bat's owner nodded. "The puppy'll need all you
can do for him/' he answered gloomily. "I've seen
some of the other winners. Just came from the open
class. They're not finished yet but anybody with
half an eye can see the judge is just fussin' over a
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dog, sir*?" he asked with a frown.
''Half brother. He's a month older than Bat.
Mother was that little beauty that topped all the
bitches here a year ago. Creampuff Coldsteel —ever
see her?'
McGill fingered his jaw and nodded. "What
about the pup, sir*?" he inquired.
"That's just it. He's so much like Snowboy it's
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"Well
— " Mr. Faulkner mopped his face anx-
iously
— "we'll soon know. Winners dog class is
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ting the gallery know that this was a momentous
occasion. Then he went to work.
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dogs took their turn at showing on the move. Then
Bat was put through his paces. He stepped out
gaily, glad of the chance for action, and though he
heard the ripple of applause from the sidelines he
kept his eyes to the front as McGill had taught him.
The ringside crowd settled forward now, intent
on the climax of the drama. There was no uncer-
tainty in the little judge's movements. Quietly he
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dier than the foreigner —broader chested, thicker in
the bone.
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He wanted to run to her side but McGill's les-
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He rose with the look of a man whose mind is
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CHAPTER VII
THE noon
female classes took the
to run off, and it
rest of the after-
was under the blazing
lights that evening that Bat met and conquered
the winning bitch, to emerge as best of his breed.
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tant dog journals. At first the strain of standing
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of shopping, Bat stood guard over the steering
wheel. Passers-by stared curiously at the statuesque
dog with the snow-white coat, but they were care-
ful to keep their distance. Bat didn't look ugly. He
never barked and rarely moved on the seat. But if
throat.
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same kennel. Anyhow, he mentioned a price that
can't just be laughed off. He's prepared to give you
thirty-five hundred dollars cash for Bat."
June patted the dog's head. "Well, Dad," she
asked with a twinkle in her eyes, ''are we that hard
upr
Ramsdell Faulkner snorted. ''With taxes and
business what they are, we're none of us as rich as
we used to be," he replied. "But I guess the wolf
is still a long way from our door, so don't ask silly
by to him.
"I'm going to be lonesome without the white fel-
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any fights, an' keep him off the bones. We don't
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the bridge, with ferries and freighters churning the
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couraged-looking truck patches, of burned-over pine
woods and scrub-oak thickets. But at its end the
scent of the sea came strong. They crossed a shim-
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stopped. A rambling house of white stucco and
gleaming green tile, with hydrangea borders and
shell paths flanking its grass plots. From its wide
porches the ocean was in full view.
June gathered the white dog to her. "Like it,
the sea. His mistress put him on the lead and they
went for a walk along the broad, white beach. From
the first he found it an enchanting place. The sun
and the wind and the clean sand appealed to his
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stinctively, and they in turn liked him. He was
friendly and gentle and understood their digging
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healthy weariness of well-used muscles. In the morn-
ing he was eager to start all over again. And so
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white terrier. Then his tail wagged placatingly.
sick dog?"
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wind. For a minute or two the cruiser pitched like
a bronco, and Bat had a hard time keeping his feet.
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astern. Now something had taken the hook —some-
thing so powerful that the slim line fairly smoked
as it ran out.
Mr. Faulkner leaped to his feet. "Tuna!" he
yelled. ''You've got a tuna on there, girl! Use your
brake or he'll take it all I Here— me—let
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AND HIT THE WATER SWIMMING
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stant, but it was moving too fast for his jaws to
find a hold. Half drowned, he struggled back to
fish. When the girl dropped the rod and lay back
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his head in her lap and looked up with eyes full
of worship.
She hugged his damp body close. "Crazy old
Bat!" she scolded. "Think you're a seal or some-
thing?"
There were many more fishing excursions before
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People of every kind made up that slowly-moving
tide. Big, brown youngsters enjoying a brief holiday
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he remarked, as his companion started the car.
dog."
"Dog nothin' !" his companion grinned. "Get an
slicked up?"
"That's a dog worth a lotta dough, I shouldn't
wonder. Like they win prizes with in the dog-shows.
I was just thinkin' —you know old man Lucca?"
Ciliano swung slowly around on the bench and
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looked at him with increasing interest. "Yeah," he
said softly. "Yeah, I getcha. He's nuts about 'em
that's right. Maybe you think we could do a job,
huh?"
"It don't hurt to look things over, anyway. How
'bout takin' a little walk?"
They rose, stretched, and tossed away their ciga-
rettes. When the slim blond girl and her dog were
they lead him around all the time with that strap.
Prob'ly they keep him in the house nights, too."
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An hour later they stowed their luggage in the
car and drove to the restaurant where they had been
getting their meals. "Wait here a minute," Pio
ordered. "I been wonderin' if we can handle him.
He looks like he'd take a piece out of a guy he
didn't like. Maybe Jakey'll know what a pup goes
for."
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parcel of liver and unwrapped it hastily. When the
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rear seat had reached forward and taken a firm grip
on his collar.
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had no
young
particular liking for these
men with
two
the heavy, nose-
quiet.
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smoothly, picking up speed on a straight road. After
a while Pio turned his head cautiously and looked
behind them. The highway was empty. "Okay,
pup," he said. "You can come up here now."
The dog jumped up on the seat and looked eagerly
out at the flat Jersey landscape. Mike Ciliano, at
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Carozzi reached over and unbuckled the bull ter-
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There were a couple of stops for lights and finally
than ever.
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Pio Carozzi breathed easier when they were in
the criss-cross of streets that made up South Phila-
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In the evenings the garage was the place to find
Lucca. He was proud of his fleet of ice cream trucks
and liked to be around them while they were being
groomed. Sometimes he had one or two of his dogs
with him.
It was so tonight. Mike Ciliano sidled in ahead
and motioned for Pio to follow him. In a part of
the floor unoccupied by trucks there was the usual
crowd of loafers and hangers-on. Leaning against
the wall was old Lucca himself, a fat, dark Sicilian,
dale.
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ably. "He's a real show dog, that one!"
"Bull terrier," remarked Morelli. "That ain't
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"Three Cs," he said finally.
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From Lucca came a squawk of fear. "He's killin'
him!"
Joe Ruffo tossed away his cigarette and crouched
over the dogs. "Naw," he said. "He's killed him."
"PuU'em apart !" . . . "Get that white devil off
by now.
"Drop that!" he said, and jerked the heavy
weapon out of his hands. He picked up an empty
quart oil tin and ran with it to the gas-pump. In a
fingers into the bull terrier's collar and led him back
toward the truck. With clean water he sponged away
as much of the gasoline as he could. Finally the
choking fumes subsided, and Bat was able to breathe
again.
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"I 'ated to do it to yer, dearie," Eakins murmured,
"but they'd ha' brained yer if I didn't." His hands
explored the white hide gently. There were some
minor cuts but the blood on the neck was not Bat's.
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The other men were talking in loud voices. Wads
of dirty, greenbacked paper changed hands. And
now the stout man with the shiny rings on his fingers
was coming toward him again.
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room. As he was returning he heard Ruffo's car go
roaring out across the curb. Morelli had gone also.
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Tim squirmed. There were short, stiff, white hairs
clinging to the cloth.
em.
When they had gone Tim Eakins looked at his
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next day so there was no reason to go home for a
"Just —
the start at the garage. Wot 'appened
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after that?"
The ol'
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man " he looked around and low-hastily
body scrammed."
Tim swigged down the last of his drink and laid
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TONY DONATO thrust his tousled shock of
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wheel and the other, a wooden-spoked affair, must
originally have adorned an old-fashioned toy ex-
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peach-baskets were the only burnable things in
sight.
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sack. Tony wished he was six feet tall and had two
good legs. He'd show some of these old bums!
There was one more place that he hadn't tried yet.
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dragging the wagon through after him. One wheel
stuck momentarily, and he could hear the man pant-
ing close at hand. With a last frenzied tug, he pulled
the wagon free. Some of his precious wood fell off
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and it lay in a recessed doorway with its head hang-
ing down over the step. Horrified but fascinated,
Tony had advanced two or three cautious yards
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run out of his body. Flies buzzed around his wounds
but he lacked the energy even to snap at them. His
tongue was dry and painful in his mouth, and from
nose to tail he was one ache of misery.
He made another heroic effort to get up, dragged
himself to the edge of the step and slumped there,
too weak to move. He had no idea where he was,
and only a vague, unhappy memory of how he got
there. There had been a dark, fat man, he remem-
bered —a man with shiny stones on his fingers and
a heavy, nauseating smell of pomade. After that first
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forward, growling at Bat's slim white stillness.
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than all the rest — a snarling gray beast that had
knocked him off his feet in the first charge. Bat had
a hazy recollection of getting his teeth into the furry
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gush of water, and rinsed the dirt and dried blood
out of his wounds. For an instant the dog writhed
with pain, but after the first shock he began to re-
hydrant water.
Tony shut off the plug at last and stood looking
down at the dripping terrier. "You feelin' better,
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down. "You stay here outa sight," Tony whispered,
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When he reappeared he was grinning with triumph.
Somewhere he had picked up a leaky aluminum
stew-pan and patched the holes with chewing gum.
He went to the water-tap that served half the fam-
ilies in the block and filled the pan. ''There, dog,"
he said, setting it down in front of the improvised
him.
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two days before the
ITthewascourtyard terrier's presence in
attracted the attention of the
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or jump back. "Hello, doggie," she said, in a voice
her high heels and her smart little business dress she
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him, Tony clasped his thin arms around the dog's
neck. "Gee, Marie," he pleaded. "You know you
always said you'd get me a puppy —remember'?
Beppo ain't a little puppy but he's what I want. He
don't eat very much — honest. An' he can pull my
wagon when I go lookin' for wood. Please can't I
keep himT'
Marie hesitated. She knew she ought to be severe,
for school."
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of the barrel before rushing off to school.
Bat's cuts and bruises had begun to heal. He
licked them faithfully between naps in his kennel
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watch-dog and a pet for Tony."
The white-haired old man leaned forward, staring
at the newcomer with watery, near-sighted eyes. He
nodded soberly. ''Si^'' he said. "We will take the
front hallway.
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—drunken singing and shouting
babies in the next
block— scream of
the a fire siren or the ominous
clang of a patrol-wagon.
On the days when Tony went to school he left
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of spaghetti, enriched on special occasions with meat
cakes or a meat sauce. More common was a panada
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straps of the harness caused Bat no discomfort.
What bothered him was the unaccustomed feel of
being hampered in his movements. With every step
he walked he could feel the crazy vehicle dragging
behind him and hear the clatter of its complaining
wheels. He made one or two ineffectual efforts to
tion.
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ward. As they passed in front of a neighborhood
hardware store, a clerk opened the door and flung
an unwieldy bicycle crate into the gutter.
Tony gave a whoop of glee. "Hey, Mister," he
called, "are you thro win' it away? Kin I have the
wood?"
''Sure —help yourself, kid," said the man, as he
hurried back into the store. And before the door had
closed behind him Tony had gone to work on the
crate. He jumped on the side slats with his one good
foot and began breaking them up in pieces small
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There was a sound of scrambling claws on the
pavement behind him just then, and a hoarse, low
growl. The man glanced down in time to see formi-
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But the girl was out. She had gone, her grandmother
explained with some relish, to the movies with her
boy friend.
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neath the kitchen table and watched the door with
alert eyes.
lad—"
He paused of necessity, for Bat, his recognition
of an old friend complete, had planted a pink, wet
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tongue joyfully in the middle of his face.
'"Gorl"
—
Tim spluttered. "Say —you don't suppose
'e could be
Marie looked puzzled. "Don't suppose he could
be what, Tim?"
"Nothin'," said the cockney, still staring at the
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EAKINS
a special
stayed to supper at the Donates'
supper, graced by ravioli and
Milanese rizotto. He told them, with modesty and
humor, some of the experiences that had packed his
earlier years. At fifteen he had shipped out of Lon-
don Pool in the black-gang of a freighter, headed
for the River Plate. Leaving the ship at Montevideo
docks, he had found his way to Buenos Aires and
eventually landed a job with a railroad construc-
tion crew. An accident to one of the truck drivers
gave him his first opportunity to handle a truck and
tinker with gasoline engines. He had taken to it like
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a duck to water. After a few months they raised his
wages and gave him full charge of the repair work.
"Then," he said comically, "they 'ad a change in
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of adventure, fifty years ago, when he had set sail
the conversation.
'1 think he likes you, Tim," Marie laughed.
Outside o' the welts in 'is 'ide an' the flop-ears 'e's
Likely 'e was stole from some rich family before 'e
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distance of the wide doors. There were too many
unpleasant memories connected with this place. He
would have run away if he had not been in harness.
But Tony was firm. Shouting Italian expletives
he took a stout hold on Bat's leading string and
dragged him inside. Fortunately there was nobody
there but Eakins and a couple of strange truck-
drivers.
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/
seen at the garage. Clutching his nickel he guided
then?"
"Gee!" The boy's voice dropped and he stared at
her. "Why — is somebody tryin' to steal him?"
"No, Tony, I don't believe so, only what I want
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you to think about is this. If you lost him, and some-
body found him, you'd want them to bring him back
to you, wouldn't you?"
"Sure. They'd be pretty mean if they knew he
was mine an' they didn't bring him back."
"That's right, Tony." She hesitated, trying to
break it to him without too great a wrench. "I'm
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one?'
"What day was it that you found him*?"
started."
familiar name.
"I've called him before but that's the first time he's
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meat every day and he has a fine collar to wear and
servants to wash him and everything. And, Tony
did you hear what it said about the reward? Five
hundred dollars! How'd you like to have your leg
all cured — so you could run and play football like
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boy had to shout to make himself heard. ''Marie
wants to see you tonight," he said. "It's about my
dog. She found somep'n about him in the paper an'
there's a five hundred dollar reward
—
Tim stopped suddenly, with the hammer lifted,
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menacing in the eyes of that pair that made him
shiver.
found columns?"
"That's right. It was put in the paper two weeks
ago and must have run every day since. It's funny
none of us saw it. Here's the copy I made."
Eakins took the paper close to the lamp and
frowned over it. "The seventh," he said, when he
had finished. "That's the night they 'ad 'im at the
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"That's just it," said the girl. "You don't suppose
we could get into any trouble, do you? If we re-
night. Tony found 'im an' saved 'is life. The story'll
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meant — in the garage?"
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the warehouses, and urged the dog forward. A pile
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as
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entrance and sat in it, waiting for Tim Eakins to
come out.
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waiting sedan.
"Down the next street," he told Mike. "Cruise
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Tony screamed then. With a desperation that
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rozzi. "Next time I hit ya I'll knock ya simple."
There came the snicking sound of a knife cutting
leather, and Bat was caught up by the hind legs,
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the sound of feet tramping over a squeaky floor.
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Bat heard all three men tramping toward the
door at the head of the stairs. Then came a sound
of fingers fumbling at the bolt and he waited to
hear no more. He crossed the cellar in a whirlwind
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to curse him. Once a crowd of young loafers in front
again.
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he had described a masked man and a fight in a
strange alley and waking up to find his dog gone
and his wagon smashed.
Tim had seen red when he heard that. If Marie
hadn't restrained him he would have started out to
find Carozzi, single-handed. As it was, he was forced
to be content with giving her what information he
had and standing by while she called the police
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on Carozzi, 'e'll get 'imself in trouble if 'e tries to
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the spangled black bulk of the bridge.
He slowed and looked back. It was hard to see
now. Approaching car lights dazzled him and an
angry horn sounded close behind. You couldn't stop
in bridge traffic, even if you thought you had seen
—but it was impossible, of course. Who ever heard
of a dog crossing the big span? Some trick of the
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BAT had
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galloped five miles or more when he
reached Sixth and Race Streets. For the first
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across the housetops, reminded him of boats and
the sea. With an eagerness that made him forget
his tired muscles he plunged into the current of
traffic moving toward the long incline. Luck favored
him, for he was able to dodge between two cars just
as they passed the bridge-policeman. They soon left
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himself up, limped a few paces and started running
again.
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the odor of gas fumes and oil smoke. Bat galloped
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pines.
had passed.
For a long time now, Bat had tasted no water.
His tongue hung dry and feverish. He might have
found a stream in the woods if he had left the road,
but the thought never entered his head. His one idea
was to reach the Ventnor cottage and his mistress
before his legs gave out. The sun rose higher and
blazed hotter on the roadside. Cars and trucks in
increasing numbers blared their horns to warn him
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out of the way. He heard them only as a dim an-
tiphony to the roaring that filled his ears.
• • •
but the nap and the water had cleared his head,
and to some extent renewed his strength.
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Hours later, when he plodded through Absecon
and caught the strong salty smell on the air he al-
most broke into a run. The miles that still lay ahead
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asleep.
sleep again.
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when he heard the gruff note echo forlornly. For
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watched Tony Donate foraging there for scraps.
for the cover had flown off and the ground was
strewn with waste food. He wolfed down bread
crusts, bits of meat, odds and ends of vegetables.
In his present ravenous state he was not finicky about
their taste. There was even a big beef bone concealed
among the other garbage. This he sniffed at long-
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By the time Bat had visited two or three other
back yards the edge was taken off his hunger. And
by a lucky discovery he found a way to quench his
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haps the family had gone for a cruise in the boat,
and he would see them tonight. He wagged his tail
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CHAPTER XV
THE days that followed were the saddest and
loneliest in Bat's life. As time passed he knew
he had been mistaken about the family's early re-
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beach and tried to recapture the remembered joy of
swimming in the surf. With only the screaming gulls
for company, he found it a lonely business. The
water was colder than it had been in the summer,
but its clean salty sting was welcome to his wounds.
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himself. Most of them were mongrels; slinking,
man.
One gray afternoon when clouds were banking up
in the east and a cold wind blew off the sea, the
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There were no preliminaries to their meal. Each of
them tore out a chunk of the firm flesh and began
bolting it with a relish born of long denial.
They had hardly finished the first mouthful when
they heard a scurry of galloping feet in the sand.
Without warning half a dozen starved curs from
the north end of the island came charging in on the
feast. They must have been driven by desperate
hunger for something had overcome their usual lack
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ment, but he heard a sound like a choked, gurgling
.^--^^^^
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the porch. The wet sand came away easily under
his flying paws. In a few moments he had burrowed
out a shallow hole through which he could wriggle
if he lay flat on his stomach.
able night.
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miserably on his hummock to endure another night.
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paper box in the middle of what had been a street.
gull.
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battered bulkheads, tipsy piling and the weird ac-
not see the big roadster pull into the driveway of the
Faulkner cottage, miles away to the northward.
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RAMSDELL FAULKNER stood inside the
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so unlike June — this moody restlessness that had
dropped like a pall over her gay spirits. Except for
that single day of half-hysterical joy when the let-
library.
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it's fair? They say this storm has played the devil
with property down there. We'd better go and see
house so long."
They got off by ten, riding through the new-
washed, sun-brightened morning with the top down
and Candy on the seat between them. There had
been dire reports of the storm's ravages in the early
editions of the papers.
June?"
The girl drove automatically, her eyes somber,
fixed on the road. For a moment she did not answer.
Then, "Let's not talk about that. Dad," she said.
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herself unhappy without putting up some sort of a
voice.
''1 know how you feel, June," he said, "but I
BAT
might still be alive. The Donate girl's letter sounded
genuine enough and it's possible — just possible
that the dog her brother found was Bat. If that story
June, I'd like to get you another dog —any kind you
want."
The girl's gloved hands gripped the wheel tighter.
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'Tatherl" she said sharply. ''Don't — please."
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Dread of what they might find made the Faulk-
ners uneasy as they drove southward.
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under there. Maybe one of those stray curs we used
to see hanging around. Here, Candy —you rascal!
secret.
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Philadelphia. Candy whined mournfully once or
twice and stood up with his fore paws on the back
of the seat, watching the road behind them as if he
hoped to catch a glimpse of something.
Bat opened one eye and saw that the sun had
swung westward. The bunch of grass under which
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along the avenue. He slept fitfully through the night
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back for him some day/ And if you had passed him
as he crouched there at the top of the porch steps,
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TIM EAKINS
way home
bought an evening paper on
from work, the day after the north-
his
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to the sports section. On the way a page of pictures
tered fringe.
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cned with a grin and a shrug. He poured the hot
water over his tea and turned back hesitantly to the
opened paper. "It could be, maybe," he said to him-
self. "Not enough to build any 'opes on, but it's
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The girl crossed the sidewalk and got in beside
him. She smiled, but Tim's heart smote him when
he saw how thin she had grown —how big and dark
her eyes looked in the pale face.
"Better'n a trolley car, w'at?" he asked, as they
got under way.
Marie nodded. "Much better," she replied. "But
what brought you out so early, Mr. Nightowl?"
"Oh, nothin' much. 'Twas a nice day an' I thought
I'd give you a sample o' w'at's in store for you Sat-
urday."
"Saturday?"
"Sure, it's an 'oliday, ain't it*? Columbus Day.
You an' Tony need a bit o' fresh air an' if you
don't 'ave to work we'll all go off somew'ere for a
picnic."
took the dog. Tough on you and Tony, too, that was
—with the reward right in your 'and, ajs you might
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say—"
"Oh, Tim, it wasn't just the money," Marie said
quickly. "I can save enough, if I keep my job, so
that Tony'll get his operation anyway. What hurt
most was that they doubted my word. Those police-
men who came to the house when they couldn't find
Carozzi —you could tell they thought I'd made up
the whole story. Miss Faulkner was different — she
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savin' w'ere we'll go. There might be a surprise at
the end o' the trip."
• • •
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"Right in 'ere, now, the pair of you," he com-
manded jovially. "An' don't try to tell me I've kept
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the roads later, they rolled along at an even gait.
BAT
full of sunshine.
BAT
Arm in arm, the young couple headed southward
down the boards. Sometimes they talked and some-
times they simply walked, happy without the need
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moment he had her fast in his arms, quite oblivious
of possible onlookers.
When the embrace ended they stood looking into
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Marie pulled at his arm. "Tim!" she whispered,
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''Yeah. That was it. But as long as it didn't pan
out, we'd best not say anything to Tony."
Back on the boardwalk once more, Tim cupped
his hands and sent a piercing whistle echoing up and
down the beach. The only answer was the scream
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wait. Ahead of the car and nearest the intersection
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BAT had not seen his friend the old mongrel for
several days until that morning. Food had
been increasingly difficult to find and both dogs were
ranging farther than usual from their haunts. That
was how they happened to meet, a little before
noonday, on the beach at the northern end of
Ventnor.
It was warm there in the sun. If Bat's belly had
not been so empty he would have felt like romping
a bit in the surf. Instead he hunted diligently back
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and forth across the beach at his companion's side.
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entreaty from his struggling comrade made him
change his mind. With a silent snarl he jumped at
the burly figure in the puttees. The man swore and
tried to beat him off with his free arm. Bat's teeth
slid off the thick leggings but he found a hold in
the loose cloth of the breeches above. Then the man's
gauntleted hand caught him by the strap that was
still around his neck and wrenched him loose, with
a three-cornered piece of stout worsted clamped in
his teeth.
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chorus. As soon as Bat recovered his wind he nosed
up and down the length of the truck body, hunting
could get.
The truck rumbled on a few blocks and parked
in front of a hamburg-and-beer joint, where the dog-
catcher and his driver went in for refreshment. Time
went by. A hot sun burned down on the rear of the
an hour.
At last the big man and his companion came out
wiping their mouths. They laughed at the urchins,
chased them away from the truck, started up the
engine and proceeded on their rounds. It was late
afternoon when they came chugging back up Pacific
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dozen more forlorn waifs, and those that still had
voices left were all yelping at once in a bedlam of
sound.
It was when they turned west on Virginia Avenue
that Bat caught sight of the shabby little roadster
excitement.
" 'Ere, you !" Tim was shouting. "That's our dog
!"
you've got in your blarsted wagon
"Yeah?" the driver answered coldly. "That's too
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As if to end the argument he shifted gears and
rumbled forward with the changing light. The chase
went on for another mile, but Bat was happy now.
He couldn't understand why he hadn't been let out
at once, but he had faith in Tim and Tony and
Marie. As long as they followed he knew he would
be safe.
At the gate of the dog-pound the tv/o vehicles
from the city go off an' leave your dogs runnin' loose
down here, an' then expect me to stop in the middle
o' town an' let 'em outa the truck. It'll cost you two
dollars tax an' you'll have to sign for him in the
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turned to exhibit the triangular rent in his clothing.
Marie gave the man her prettiest smile. "We're
terribly sorry he did that," she said. ''But I've got
the four dollars right here. Can't you let him out
now?"
"Soon as I git 'em all in the pound," replied the
dog-catcher. His helper backed the truck up to a
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the dogs inside the fence watched him with panting
envy. The dog-catcher turned from Tim's accusing
eyes. "They'll all git some in a minute," he said.
Tim got into the car, opening the rumble seat for
Tony and the terrier. As Marie took her place in
"No," said Tim. " 'E's old an' sick an' mangy.
'E'll be better off if they put 'im away."
But the rescued bull terrier was still looking back
when they turned the corner and left the pound
behind.
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for his release. But the homesick yearning that lay
Berlin.
it."
rich as that!"
BAT
Tim followed the curving drive in silence, but as
they chugged up to the door of the house Marie
spoke in a whisper. "I'm scared," she said. "It's all
so big — so grand."
I'll ring the bell myself. Come on. You an' Tony
bring the pup."
He marched up the steps and pushed the button
firmly. There was a pause during which they all lis-
off."
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But with all the urgency of his adoring heart he was
trying to tell her that at long last he had come home.
The girl gave a little gasp and dropped on her
knees beside him. "Bat!" she sobbed as she caught
him to her,
!"
"Bat —you poor darling —youVe come
back to me
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Tony, Tim told his story.
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ful. We might do somethin' for the ears by croppin'.
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words about owing her an apology.
Then the three who had brought the terrier home
rose to take their departure. At the door, Tony
turned back suddenly. He knelt beside Bat and
clutched him tight in a farewell embrace. "Oh, gosh,
Beppo," he whispered. "I know you're goin' to have
!"
fun here, but maybe I'll never see you again
June wiped the tears from the boy's face with her
own handkerchief.
"Yes, you will, Tony," she comforted him. "I'll
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"Tomorrow," said June understandingly, ''you're
THE END
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