chased a teasing laddie. Then he bethought him to roll over and
over, and to go through other winsome little tricks, as Auld Jock
had taught him to do, to win the reward. All this had one quite
unexpected result. A shrewd-eyed woman pounced upon Bobby and
captured him.

"He's no' an ordinar' dog. Some leddy has lost her pet. I'll
juist shut 'im up, an' syne she'll pay a shullin' or twa to get
'im again."

With a twist and a leap Bobby was gone. He scrambled straight up
the steep, thorn-clad wall of the glen, where no laddie could
follow, and was over the crest. It was a narrow escape, made by
terrific effort. His little heart pounding with exhaustion and
alarm, he hid under a whin bush to get his breath and strength.
The sheltered dell was windless, but here a stiff breeze blew.
Suddenly shifting a point, the wind brought to the little dog's
nose a whiff of the acrid coal smoke of Edinburgh three miles
away.

Straight as an arrow he ran across country, over roadway and
wall, plowed fields and rippling burns. He scrambled under hedges
and dashed across farmsteads and cottage gardens. As he neared
the city the hour bells aided him, for the Skye terrier is keen
of hearing. It was growing dark when he climbed up the last bank
and gained Lauriston Place. There he picked up the odors of milk
and wool, and the damp smell of the kirkyard.

Now for something comforting to put into his famished little
body. A night and a day of exhausting work, of anxiety and grief,