kirkyard gate. A black-robed lady, carrying flowers, hurried
through the wicket. Bobby slipped in behind her and disappeared.

After nightfall, when the lamps were lighted on the bridge, when
Mr. Traill had come out to stand idly in his doorway, looking for
some one to talk to, and James Brown had locked the kirkyard yard
gate for the night and gone into his little stone lodge to
supper, Bobby came out of hiding and stretched himself prone
across Auld Jock's grave.



IV.

Fifteen minutes after the report of the time-gun on Monday, when
the bells were playing their merriest and the dining-rooms were
busiest, Mr. Traill felt such a tiny tug at his trouser-leg that
it was repeated before he gave it attention. In the press of
hungry guests Bobby had little more than room to rise in his
pretty, begging attitude. The landlord was so relieved to see him
again, after five conscience stricken days, that he stooped to
clap the little dog on the side and to greet him with jocose
approval.

"Gude dog to fetch Auld Jock--"

With a faint and piteous cry that was heard by no one but Mr.
Traill, Bobby toppled over on the floor. It was a limp little
bundle that the landlord picked up from under foot and held on
his arm a moment, while he looked around for the dog's master.