Past him, unnoticed, as he sped toward the ditch, a collie pup limped;--a very unhappy and comfort-seeking puppy who carried in his mouth a blood-spattered brown bag.
"It doesn't make sense to me!" complained the Master, next day, as he told the story for the dozenth time, to a new group of callers.

"I heard the shots and I went out to investigate.

There he was lying, half in and half out of the ditch.

The fellow was unconscious.

He didn't get his senses back till after the police came.