her where he was going.

No one answered.

"She is asleep. I will slip out without waking
her. Stay where you are, Rex--I will be back some
time before daylight," and throwing his night-cloak
about his shoulders, he started for his gig.

The dog stopped with his paws resting on the
outer edge of the top step of the porch, the line he
was not to pass, and looked wistfully after the doctor.
His loneliness was to continue, and his poor master
to go out into the night alone. His tail ceased to wag,
only his eyes moved.

Once outside Doctor John patted the mare's neck
as if in apology and loosened the reins. "Come,
old girl," he said; "I'm sorry, but it can't be helped,"
and springing into the gig, he walked the mare clear
of the gravel beyond the gate, so as not to rouse
his mother, touched her lightly with the whip, and
sent her spinning along the road on the way to
Fogarty's.

The route led toward the sea, branching off within
the sight of the cottage porch, past the low, conical
ice-houses used by the fishermen in which to cool
their fish during the hot weather, along the sand-
dunes, and down a steep grade to the shore. The