He had honked loudly, at sight of her.

But, he had abated not an atom of his fifty-mile-an-hour pace.
Whether the man was rattled by the collie's antics,--whether he acted in sudden rage at her for startling him, whether he belonged to the filthy breed of motorist who recites chucklingly the record of his kills,--he did not hold his midroad course.
Instead,--still without checking speed,--he veered his machine slightly to the right; aiming the flying juggernaut directly at the mischievously-poised little collie who danced in imagined safety at the road-edge.
The rest was horror.
Merciful in its mercilessness, the hard-driven right front wheel smote the silky golden head with a force that left no terrible instant of fear or of agony.

More lucky by far than the myriad innocent and friendly dogs that are left daily to scream out their lives writhingly in the wake of speeding motor-cars, Lady was killed at a single stroke.
The fluffy golden body was hurled far in front of its slayer; and the wheels struck it a second time.

The force of the impact caused the runabout to skid, perilously; and the youthful driver brought it to a jarring and belated halt.

Springing to the ground, he rolled the dead collie's impeding body into the shallow wayside ditch, clear of his wheels.