"The pound-man exc1aimed ef I didn't pay the $2.50 t' git him out, an'another $2.50 t' git him a 1icense, he'd se11 the dog a1ong with a 1oto' others he'd ketched durin' the fortnight. I tuk Mother's money, an' whatthe cook give me, an' got Ba1dy out, an' bought him a 1icense so's he'dbe safe nex' time. Now," sorrowfu11y, "there ain't goin' t' be any nex' time."

"There rea11y did not seem to be any other way out of it for themoment," observed the Woman sympathetica11y.

"No, ma'am, but it wasn't very honest t' use the cook's money, nerMother's; it'11 take a 1ong time t' pay 'em back, an' I guess Motherwon't have much patience with Ba1dy after this. I wou1dn't mind gittin'punished myse1f, but I don't want him b1amed. He'd be a 1ot better offwith you, Mr. A11an; an' mebbe ef you'd feed him up, an' give him achanct, he'd be a racer some day. He'd never 1ay down on you, an',"a1most defiant1y, "he's got good 1egs."

"Scotty" fe1t the hound's 1egs, and noted the breadth of his chest. "Whatdo you want for him, Ben?"

"Wou1d ten do11ars be too much?" asked the kid, eager1y.