If this stranger were to go away, all the
night's fun would go with him. Also, no later than yesterday, the
Master had scolded Lad for barking at a man who had called.
Wherefore the dog held his peace.
Getting to his feet and stretching himself, fore and aft, in true
collie fashion, the pup gamboled up the drive to meet the
visitor.
The man was feeling his way through the pitch darkness, groping
cautiously; halting once or twice for a smolder of lightning to
silhouette the house he was nearing. In a wooded lane, a quarter
mile away, his lightless motor car waited.
Lad trotted up to him, the tiny white feet noiseless in the soft
dust of the drive. The man did not see him, but passed so close
to the dog's hospitably upthrust nose that he all but touched it.
Only slightly rebuffed at such chill lack of cordiality, Lad fell
in behind him, tail awag, and followed him to the porch. When the
guest should ring the bell, the Master or one of the maids would
come to the door. There would be lights and talk; and perhaps
Laddie himself might be allowed to slip in to his beloved cave.
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