Lad, at sudden attention, by his master's side, watched the boat's occupant clamber clumsily out of his scow; then stamp along the dock and up the lawn toward the house.

The arrival was a long and lean and lank and lantern-jawed man with a set of the most fiery red whiskers ever seen outside a musical comedy.

The Master had seen him several times, in the village; and recognized him as Homer Wefers, the newly-appointed Township Head Constable.

The Mistress recognized him, too, as the vehement official whose volley of pistol-bullets had ended the sufferings of the black mongrel.

She shivered, in reminiscence, as she looked at him.