Lady, for once overawed by speed, leaped to one side of the road.
Not far, but leaving ample space for the driver to miss her by at
least a yard. He had honked loudly, at sight of her. But, he had
abated not an atom of his fifty-mile-an-hour pace.
Whether the man was rattled by the collie's antics,--whether he
acted in sudden rage at her for startling him, whether he
belonged to the filthy breed of motorist who recites chucklingly
the record of his kills,--he did not hold his midroad course.
Instead,--still without checking speed,--he veered his machine
slightly to the right; aiming the flying juggernaut directly at
the mischievously-poised little collie who danced in imagined
safety at the road-edge.
The rest was horror.
Merciful in its mercilessness, the hard-driven right front wheel
smote the silky golden head with a force that left no terrible
instant of fear or of agony. More lucky by far than the myriad
innocent and friendly dogs that are left daily to scream out
their lives writhingly in the wake of speeding motor-cars, Lady
was killed at a single stroke.
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