And the runabout whizzed on.
"That's one of the speed-idiots who make an automobile an insult
to everybody except its owner! The young fool!" stormed the
Master, glowering impotently at the other car, already a hundred
yards ahead; and at the back of its one occupant, a sportily-clad
youth in the early twenties.
A high-pitched yelping bark,--partly of dismay, partly of
warning,--from Lad, broke in on the Master's fuming remonstrance.
The big dog had sprung up from his rear seat cushion and, with
forepaws gripping the back of the front seat, he was peering
forward; his head and shoulders between the Mistress and the
Master.
Never before in all his rides had Lad so transgressed the rules
of motoring behavior as to thrust himself forward like this. A
word of rebuke died on the Master's tongue; as the Mistress, with
a gasp of fear, pointed ahead, in the path of the speeding
runabout.
Lady and Wolf had had a jolly gallop through the summer
woodlands. And at last they had turned their faces homeward; for
the plunge in the cool lake which was wont to follow a hot
weather run.
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