At Gavin's first word, the collie sprang from his self-appointed guard-post at the foot of the couch, and came dancing up to the convalescent man, thrusting his cold nose rapturously against Brice's face, trying to lick his cheek, whimpering in joy at his idol's recovery.
With much effort Gavin managed to stroke the wrigglingly active head, and to say a reassuring word to his worshiper.
Then, glancing again at Claire, he explained: "I'd done about a mile toward Miami when he overtook me.
There was no use in trying to send him home.

So I brought him.

Just as we got to the gate, here--" "I know," intervened Claire, eager to spare him the effort of speech.

"I saw.

It was splendid of you, Mr.Brice! My brother and I are in your debt for more than we can ever hope to pay." "Nonsense!" he protested.