Out of it stepped their friend
of many years, Maclay, the local Justice of the Peace.
"Hello, Mac!" hailed the Master. "Here to take us all to jail for
assault-and-battery; or just to serve a 'dangerous dog' notice on
us?"
He spoke lightly; but he was troubled. Today's escapade might
well lead the village law to take some cognizance of Lad's
ferocious deed.
"No," laughed Maclay. "Neither of those things. I'm here,
unprofessionally. I thought you people might like to know a few
things, before you go to bed. In the first place, the doctor
patched up Rhuburger's bites and took him home. He couldn't take
him home in Rhuburger's own car. For some of the tennis crowd had
gotten at that. What they did to that $6,000 runabout was a
crime! They stripped it of everything. They threw the carburetor
and the wheels and the steering gear and a lot of other parts
into the lake."
"WHAT?"
"Then they left their cards pinned to the dismantled machine's
cushions;--in case Rhuburger cares to go further into the matter.
While they were doing all that, the club's Governors had a
hurry-call meeting.
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