But the arrival of the two other dogs and the flight of the sow
roused him to a sense of the business which had brought him
thither. The Mistress and the maids had no eyes or ears for
anything but the wounded Lad. Dugan knew he could, in all
probability, drive to the main road unnoticed; if he should keep
the house between him and the women.
He pressed the self-starter; threw off the brake and put the car
into motion. Then, as he struck the level stretch of driveway,
back of the house, he stepped hard on the accelerator. Here, for
a few rods, was danger of recognition; and it behooved him to
make speed. He made it.
Forward bounded the car and struck a forty-mile gait. And around
the house's far corner and straight toward Dugan came flying the
sow and the two collies. The dogs, at sight of the onrushing car,
sprang aside. The sow did not.
In the narrow roadway there was no room for Dugan to turn out.
Nor did he care to. Again and again he had run over dogs, without
harming his car or slackening its pace. And of course it would be
the same with a pig.
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