More,--he had cured pup after pup, at the Place, of car-chasing.
But Lady he could not cure; though he never gave up the useless
attempt.
Down the drive came a delivery truck; driven fast and with none
too great skill. Before it had covered half the distance between
gate and house, Lady was alongside. A wheel grazed her shoulder
fur as, deftly, she slipped from in front of the vehicle and
sprang up at its tonneau. With a ceaseless fanfare of barks,
--delirious in her excitement,--she circled the car; springing,
dodging, wheeling.
The delivery boy checked speed and shouted futile warnings to the
insane collie. As he slowed down a bit on the steep grade, Lady
hurled herself in front of the machine, as though taunting it for
cowardice in abating its hot pace on her account.
Again and again had she run, head on, at advancing cars. It
seemed to delight her when such cars slackened speed or swerved,
in order not to kill her.
Now, as she whizzed backward, her vibrant muzzle a bare six
inches from the shiny buffer, one of her flying feet slipped in a
mud rut.
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