Her balance gone, she tumbled.
A collie down is a collie up, in less than a second. But there
was still less than a second's space between to overthrown Lady
and the car's front wheels.
The boy slammed on the emergency brake. Through his mind ran the
formless thought of his fate at the hands of his employer when he
should return to the store with tidings that he had run over and
killed a good customer's costly collie; and on the customer's own
grounds.
In that single breathless instant, a huge mahogany-and-snow shape
flashed forward, into the path of the machine.
Lad, following his mate, had tried to shoulder her aside and to
herd her too far back from the drive for any possible return to
the danger zone, until the car should have passed. More than
once, at other times, had he done this. But, today, she had
eluded his mighty shoulder and had flung herself back to the
assault.
As she fell, she rolled over, twice, from her own momentum. The
second revolution left her directly in front of the skidding
wheels. One of them had actually touched her squirming spine;
when white teeth gripped her by the scruff of the neck.
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