Ruth went back to him and put both arms about the noble fellow's neck.
"Come, Reno," she said "Come with me. We will go to find your master
by and by."

She started for the cars again, with one hand on the dog's neck. He
trotted meekly beside her with head hanging. At the open baggage-car
door one of the brakemen lifted her in.

"Come, Reno! Come up, sir!" she said, and the great mastiff, crouching
for an instant, sprang into the car.

Even before they were fairly aboard, the train started. They were late
enough, indeed! But the engineer dared not speed up much for that last
mile of the lap to Cheslow. There might be something ahead on the
track."

"You get out at Cheslow; don't you Miss?" asked the conductor.

"Yes, sir," returned Ruth, sitting down with an air of possession upon
her old-fashioned cowhide trunk that had already been put out by the
door ready for discharging at the next station.

"And you were sitting in the last car. Have you a bag there?"

"Yes, sir, a small bag. That is all."

"I'll send it forward to you," he said, not unkindly, and bustled
away.