yest'day."

"Huh?" ejaculated the Master.

"This dog here looks some like him," went on Wefers, sulkily.
"But it ain't him. And I'll so report to the author'ties.--I done
what I come to do. The case is closed. And-and-if you folks ever
want to sell your dog, why,--well, I'll just go mortgage
something and--and buy him off'n you!"



CHAPTER III. No Trespassing!

There were four of them; two gaudily-clad damsels and two men.
The men, in their own way, were attired as gloriously as the
maidens they were escorting. 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."