"Suthin'
with--with the kid in its mouth. It--"
"That's good enough for me!" announced the heroic Roodie,
stamping again on the self-starter.
"If we both seen it, then it was THERE. And I'm goin' after it."
In another brace of seconds the lights once, more picked up the
dark animal with its white bundle. Eitel shrank back in his seat.
But Roodie put on another notch of gas. And, coming closer, both
recognized the strange bundle-carrier as a dark-hued collie dog.
The identification did little to ease their feeling of
incredulous mystification. But it banished their superstitious
dread. Both of them were used to dogs. And though neither could
guess how this particular dog happened to be stealing the
twice-stolen baby, yet neither had the remotest fear of tackling
the beast and rescuing its human plunder.
Roodie brought the abused runabout to another jerky stop within a
few inches of the unconcerned collie. And he and Eitel swarmed
earthward from opposite sides of the machine. In a trice, Roodie
had struck Lad over the head; while Eitel grabbed at the bundle
to drag it away from the dog.
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