Somehow, the
encounter had deprived him of the nerve and the pluck to stand
his ground and to explain that he had merely been trying to help
with the luggage. His only desire, just then, was to put as many
thousand miles as possible between himself and the tawny demon
that had assaulted him.
"Laddie!" gasped the Mistress, unbelieving, as the policeman and
most of the little crowd set off after the fugitive. "LADDIE!
What in the world--?"
"He--he must have been in the car, all the time," gabbled the
Master, brilliantly. "He must have jumped in, while we were at
breakfast. See, he's cleared a space for himself between two of
the bags. He's been there, all the time, and we never--"
"If he hadn't been there," suggested the Mistress, "we'd be
looking now for one or two pieces of luggage that had
disappeared. When the Grays went through here, one of their
suitcases was--"
"But what in blazes are we going to do with him?" broke in the
Master, worriedly. "We can't take him all the way home. And I
won't trust to sending him by express. He might get backed onto a
siding and be kept there for days, without food or water.
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