Shaking off his momentary terror, the thief once more pressed the
button of his flashlight; swinging the torch in a swift
semicircle and extinguishing it at once; lest the dim glow be
seen by any wakeful member of the family.
That one quick sweep revealed to his gaze the shiny brown bag a
half-dozen feet ahead of him, still swinging several inches above
ground. He flung himself forward at it; refusing to believe he
also saw that queer double glow of pale light just above. He
dived for the satchel with the speed and the accuracy of a
football tackle. And that was all the good it did him.
Perhaps there is something in nature more agile and dismayingly
elusive than a romping young collie. But that "something" is not
a mortal man. As the thief sprang, Lad sprang in unison with him;
darting to the left and a yard or so backward. He came to an
expectant standstill once more; his tail wildly vibrating, his
entire furry body tingling with the glad excitement of the game.
This sportive visitor of his was a veritable godsend. If only he
could be coaxed into coming to play with him every night--!
But presently he noted that the other seemed to have wearied of
the game.
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