All at once he spied two bright sparkling eyes and a small silvery grey head perking up at him through the leaves,--the head of a tiny Yorkshire "toy" terrier.

It looked at him with eloquent anxiety, and as he approached it, it made an effort to move, but fell back again with a faint moan.

Gently he picked it up,--it was a rare and beautiful little creature, but one of its silky forepaws had evidently been caught in some trap, for it was badly mangled and bleeding.

Round its neck was a small golden collar, something like a lady's bracelet, bearing the inscription: "I am Charlie.

Take care of me!" There was no owner's name or address, and the entreaty "Take care of me!" had certainly not been complied with, or so valuable a pet would not have been left wounded on the highroad.