"But he ought to run--"

"But suppose he runs away? He's a horridly expensive creature--if you
care to take the risk."

"I'll take the risk," said Siward, smiling as she drew rein. "Now Flynn,
give me the leash. Quiet! Quiet, puppy! Everything is coming your way;
that's the beauty of patience; great thing, patience!" He took the
leader; the dog sprang from the rumble. "Now, my friend, look at me! No,
don't twist and squirm and scramble; look me square in the eye; so! .
Now we know each ether and we respect each other--because you are going
to be a good puppy . and obey . Down charge!"

The dog, trembling with eager comprehension, dropped like a shot, muzzle
laid flat between his paws. Siward unleashed him, looked down at him for
a second, stooped and caressed the silky head, then with a laugh swung
himself into the phaeton beside the driver, who, pretty head turned, had
been looking on intently.

"Your dog is yard-broken," he said. "Look at him."

"I see. Do you think he will follow us?"

"I think so."

The horse started, Miss Landis looking back over her shoulder at the dog
who lay motionless, crouched flat in the road.

Then Siward turned. "Come on, Sagamore!" he said gaily; and the dog
sprang forward, circled about the moving phaeton, splitting the air with