of the local shows. Higham is your name, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is," returned the kennel man, truculent, but surprised
almost into civility. "And this is my assistant, Mister Rice. And
these two young lady friends of ours are--Say!" he broke off,
furiously, remembering his plight and swinging back to rage, as
he began to wade shoreward. "We're going to have the law on you,
friend! Your collie tackled us when we was peaceably-"

"When you were peaceably ignoring this trespass sign of mine?"
finished the Master. "Don't forget that. If you didn't have these
girls with you, I'd keep my hands off Lad's collar and let him
hold you out in the lake till it freezes for the winter. As it
is, one of you men can swim out for your canoe and tow it in; and
then the rest of you can bundle aboard it and finish your picnic
on somebody else's land."

"Well!" shrilled the wet damsel, striding shoreward like some
sloppily overdressed Venus rising from the sea. "Well! I MUST
say! Nice neighborly, hospitable way to treat poor
unfortunate--!"

"Trespassers?" suggested the Master, as she groped for a climax
word. "You're right. It is no way to treat a woman who has fallen
into the lake; trespasser or not. If you and this other young
lady care to go up to the kitchen, the maids will see that your
clothes are dried; and they'll lend you other clothes to go home
in. Lad won't hurt you. And in this hot weather you're in no
danger of catching cold. While you're gone, Higham and Rice can
get hold of the canoe and right it and bail it out. And, by the