Lad had watched the preparations for departure with increasing
worry. Also, the abnormally sensitive old fellow was wretchedly
unhappy. Except at dog-shows, he had never before been tied up.
And at such shows, the Mistress and the Master were always on
hand to pet and reassure him. Yet, here, he had suffered himself
to be tied by a smelly rope to the rotting post of a lean-to, by
a comparative stranger. And, in the open ground below the
hillock, his deities moved back and forth without so much as an
upward glance at him.
Then, to his dismay, truck and car had made off down the
mountainside; and he had been left alone in his imprisonment.
Except for a single unheard bark of protest, Lad made no effort
to call back the departing humans. Never before had they forsaken
him. And he had full trust that they would come back in a few
minutes and set him free.
When the car halted, a half-mile below, Lad felt certain his
faith was about to be justified. Then, as it moved on again, he
sprang to the end of his short rope, and tried to break free and
follow.
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