Glancing at him, she gave him a kindly nod.
"Off you go with your little dog! You'll find me ready here in half an hour." With that she turned from him into the open doorway of the inn, and Helmsley made his way slowly along the silent, sun-baked little street till he found a small chemist's shop, where he took his lately found canine companion to have its wounded paw examined and attended to.

No bones were broken, and the chemist, a lean, pale, kindly man, assured him that in a few days the little animal would be quite well.
"It's a pretty creature," he said.

"And valuable too." "Yes.

I found it on the highroad," said Helmsley; "and of course if I see any advertisement out for it, I'll return it to its owner.

But if no one claims it I'll keep it." "Perhaps it fell out of a motor-car," said the chemist.