At least, he swung the
door halfway open. Lad swung it the rest of the way.
With a plunge, the collie charged out through the opening portal,
ducked between the kennelman's legs, reached the open gate of the
enclosure in two more springs; and vanished down the road into
the darkness.
As soon as he felt the highway under his feet, Lad's nose drooped
earthward; and he sniffed with all his might. Instantly, he
caught the scent he was seeking;--a scent as familiar to him as
that of his own piano cave; the scent of the Place's car-tires.
It had taken Harmon and the Master the best part of ten minutes
to drive through the park and to the boarding kennels. It took
Lad less than half that time to reach the veranda of the Harmon
house. Circling the house and finding all doors shut, he lay down
on the mat; and settled himself to sleep there in what comfort he
might, until the Mistress and the Master should come down in the
morning and find him.
But the Harmons were late risers. And the sun had been up for
some hours before any of the household were astir.
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