Then she winked at the equally silent Master, and laid a caressing little hand on Lad's wet head.

At length, Wefers lifted his face and glowered at the trio.

But, as his eye met Lad's quizzically interested gaze, he fidgeted.
"Well ?" prompted the Master, "do you want those cartridges back ?" Wefers favored him with a scowl of utter dislike.

Then, his eyes again averted, the wet man mumbled: "I come over here today, to do my dooty .-- Dogs that get bit by mad dogs had ought to be shot .-- I come over here to do my dooty.

Likewise, I done it .-- I shot that dog of yours that got bit, yest'day." "Huh ?" ejaculated the Master.
"This dog here looks some like him," went on Wefers, sulkily.