notice.

A few minutes afterward he returned to where she and the
superintendent were chatting.

"Well," said the Master, trying to steel himself against his
wife's possible disappointment, "I found a buyer for Bruce--a Dr.
Halding, from New York. He likes the pup. Says Bruce looks as if
he was strong and had lots of endurance. I wonder if he wants him
for a sledge-dog. He paid me fifteen dollars for him; and it was
a mighty good bargain. I was lucky to get more than a nickel for
such a cur."

The Master shot forth this speech in almost a single rapid
breath. Then, before his wife could reply,--and without daring to
look into her troubled eyes,--he discovered an acquaintance on
the far side of the ring and bustled off to speak to him. The
Master, you see, was a husband, not a hero.

The Mistress turned a worried gaze on the superintendent.

"It was best, I suppose," she said bravely. "We agreed he must be
sold, if the judge decided he was not any good. But I'm sorry.
For I'm fond of him. I'm sorry he is going to live in New York,
too. A big city is no place for a big dog. I hope this Dr.
Halding will be nice to the poor puppy."

"Dr.--WHO?" sharply queried the superintendent, who had not
caught the name when the Master had spoken it in his rapid-fire
speech. "Dr. Halding? Of New York? Huh!