The fluffy golden body was hurled far in front of its slayer; and
the wheels struck it a second time. The force of the impact
caused the runabout to skid, perilously; and the youthful driver
brought it to a jarring and belated halt. Springing to the
ground, he rolled the dead collie's impeding body into the
shallow wayside ditch, clear of his wheels. Then, scrambling
aboard again, he jammed down the accelerator.
Lad had made a flying leap over the door of the Master's car. He
struck ground with a force which crumpled his healing right
shoulder under him. Heedless of the pain, he hurled himself
forward, on three legs, at an incredible speed; straight for the
runabout. His great head low, his formidable teeth agleam beneath
drawn-back lips, his soft eyes a-smolder with red flame, Lad
charged.
But, for all his burst of speed, he was too late to avenge; even
as he had been too late to save. By the time he could reach the
spot where Lady lay crumpled and moveless in the ditch, the
runabout had gathered full speed and was disappearing down the
bend of the highway.
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