"Do I understand that you shot those harmless little pups just because a dog that was sick, and not rabid, happened to nip them? And that you"ve come across here with an idea of doing the same thing to Lad? Is that it?"
"That"s the idea," a.s.sented Wefers. "I said so, right off, as soon as I got here. Only, you"re wrong about the dog being "sick." He was mad.
Had rabies. I"d ought to know. I--"
"How and why ought you to know?" demanded the Master, still battling for perfect calm, and succeeding none too well. "How ought you to know?
Are you a veterinary? Have you ever made a study of dogs and of their maladies? Have you ever read up, carefully, on the subject of rabies?
Have you read Eberhardt or Dr. Bennett or Skinner or any of a dozen other authorities on the disease? Have you consulted such eminent vets as Hopper and Finch, for instance? If you have, you certainly must know that a dog, afflicted with genuine rabies, will no more turn out of his way to bite anyone than a typhoid patient will jump out of bed to chase a doctor. I"m not saying that the bite of any sick animal (or of any sick human, for that matter) isn"t more or less dangerous; unless it"s carefully washed out and painted with iodine. But that"s no excuse to go around the country, shooting every dog that some sick mongrel has snapped at. Put such dogs under observation, if necessary; and then--"
"You talk like a fool!" snorted Wefers, in lofty contempt. "I--"
"But I am going to keep you from acting like a fool," returned the Master, his hard-held temper beginning to fray. "You say you"ve come over here to shoot my dog. If ever anyone shoots Lad, I"ll be the man to do it. And I"ll have to have lots better reason for it than--"
"Go ahead, then!" vouchsafed the constable, fishing out a rusty service pistol from his coat-tail pocket. "Go ahead and do it yourself, then; if you"d rather. It"s all one to me, so long"s it"s done."
With sardonic politeness, he proffered the bulky weapon. The Master caught it from his hand and flung it a hundred feet away, into the center of a clump of lilacs.
"So much for the gun!" he blazed, advancing an the astounded Wefers.
"Now, unless you want to follow it--"
"Dear!" expostulated the Mistress, her sweet voice atremble.
"I"m an of"cer of the law!" bl.u.s.tered the offended constable; in the same breath adding:
"And resisting an of"cer in the p"soot of his dooty is a misde--"
He checked himself, unconsciously turning to observe the odd actions of Lad.
As the Master had hurled the pistol far from him, the collie had sped in breakneck pursuit of it. Thus, always, did he delight to retrieve any object the Mistress or the Master might toss for his amus.e.m.e.nt. It was one of Laddie"s favorite games, this fetching back of anything thrown. The farther it might be flung and the more difficult its landing place, the more zest to the sport.
This time, Lad was especially glad at the diversion. From the voices of these deities of his, Lad had gathered that the Master was furiously angry and that the Mistress was correspondingly unhappy. Also, that the lanky and red-bearded visitor was directly responsible for their stress of feeling. He had been eyeing alternately the Master and Wefers; tensely awaiting some overt act or some word of permission which should warrant him in launching himself on the intruder.
And now, it seemed, the whole thing was a game;--a game wherein he himself had been invited to play a merry and spectacular part.
Joyously, he flew after the hurtling lump of steel and rubber.
The Master, facing the constable, did not see his pet"s performance. He took up the thread of speech where Wefers dropped it.
"I don"t know what the law does or doesn"t empower you to do, in such cases," he said, trying to force his way back to the earlier semblance of calm. "But I doubt if it permits you to trespa.s.s on my land, without a warrant or a court order of some sort; or to shoot a dog of mine.
And, until I find out the law in the matter, you"ll get off this place and keep off of it. As for the dog, I"ll be legally responsible for him; and I"ll guarantee he"ll do no damage. So--"
Like Wefers, the Master came to an abrupt halt in his harangue.
For Lad was cantering gleefully toward him, carrying something dark and heavy between his jaws. Straight to the Master came Lad. Carefully, at the Master"s feet, he laid the rusty pistol.
Then, stepping back a pace, he looked up, eagerly, into the dumfounded man"s face, tail waving, dark eyes aglint with expectation. It had been hard to locate the weapon, in all that tangle of lilac-stems. It had been harder to carry the awkwardly heavy thing all the way back, in his mouth, without dropping it. But, if this was the plaything the Master had chosen, Lad was only too willing to continue the game.
A little choking sound made the collie shift his gaze suddenly to the Mistress"s troubled face. And the light of fun in his eyes was quenched. The sight of her splendid dog retrieving so joyously the weapon designed for his death, was almost too much for the Mistress"s self-control.
The effect on the Master was different.
As Wefers made as though to jump forward and grab the pistol, the Master said sharply:
"WATCH it, Laddie!"
Instantly, Lad was on the alert. The game, it seemed, had begun again, and along sterner lines. He was to guard this plaything;--particularly from the bearded intruder who was s.n.a.t.c.hing so avidly for it.
There was a sharp growl, a flash of fierce white teeth, a bound. One of Lad"s snowy little forepaws was on the fallen pistol. And the rest of Lad"s sinewy body was crouching above it, fangs aglint, eyes blazing with hot menace.
Wefers jerked back his protruding arm, with extreme quickness; barely avoiding a deep slash from the collie"s shearing eye-teeth. And Lad, continued to "watch" the pistol.
The dog was having a lovely time. Seldom had he been happier. All good collies respond in semi-psychic fashion to the moods of their masters.
And, to Lad, the very atmosphere about him was thrilling just now to waves of stark excitement. With the delightful vanity which is a part of the collie make-up, he realized that in some manner he himself was a prominent part of this excitement. And he reveled in it.
As Wefers pulled back his imperiled arm, the Mistress stepped forward, before the Master could speak or move.
"Even if it were true that he could get rabies by a bite from a rabid dog," said she, "and even if that dog, yesterday, were mad, that wouldn"t affect Laddie. For he didn"t bite Laddie. He never got the chance. Lad pinned him to the ground. And while the mongrel was struggling to get up, you shot him. One of your bullets flicked Lad"s foreleg. But the mongrel"s teeth never came within twelve inches of him. I can testify to that."
"He was fighting with a mad dog!" reiterated Wefers, fumingly. "I saw "em, myself. And when a dog is fighting, he"s bound to get bit. I"m not here to argue over it. I"m here to enforce the law of the sov"r"n State of Noo Jersey, County of P"saic, Township of--"
"But the law declares a prisoner innocent, till he"s proved guilty,"
urged the Mistress, restraining the Master, by a light hand on his restless arm. "And Lad"s not been proved guilty. It isn"t proved he was bitten, at all. I can testify he wasn"t. My husband washed the scratch and he can tell you it wasn"t made by a bite. Any veterinary can tell you the same thing, at a glance. We can establish the fact that Lad was not bitten. So even if the law lets you shoot a bitten dog,--which I don"t believe it does,--it doesn"t empower you to shoot Lad. Why!" she went on, shuddering slightly, "if Lad hadn"t sprung between that brute and myself, you"d probably be wanting to shoot ME! For I"d have been bitten, terribly, if Lad hadn"t--"
"I"m not here to listen to silly nonsense!" announced Wefer, glaring at the watchful dog and back at the man and woman, "I came here in p"soot of my sworn dooty. I been balked and resisted by the two of you; and my pistol"s been stole from me and a savage dog"s been pract"c"lly sicked onto me. I"m an of"cer of the law. And I"m going to have the law on both of you, for int"fering with me like you have. And I"m going to get a court order to shoot--"
"Then you haven"t a court order or any other authority to shoot him?"
the Master caught him up. "You admit that! You came over here, thinking you could bluff us into letting you do it, just because you happen to wear a tin badge! I thought so. Now, my pink-whiskered friend, you"ll stop shouting and making faces; and you"ll listen to me, a minute. You aren"t the first officer who has exceeded his authority on the chance that people will think he"s acting within his rights. This time the bluff fails. With no warrant or summons or other legal power to back him, a constable has no more right on my place than any negro trespa.s.ser. What you may or may not be able to persuade some magistrate to do about this, I don"t know. But, for the present, you"ll clear out.
Get that? I"ve warned you, in the presence of a witness. If you know anything of law, you know that a landowner, after such warning, may eject a trespa.s.ser by force. Go. And keep going. That"s all."
Wefers sputtered wordlessly, from time to time, during the tirade. But before its end, he fell silent and began to fidget. He himself was none too well versed in the matter of his legal rights of intrusion. And, for the moment, he had no chance to execute his errand. Later, armed with a magistrate"s order, he could pay back with interest his humiliation of this morning. In the meantime--
"Gimme my gun!" he demanded in grouchy surrender.
The Master stooped; picked up the pistol, and held it in both hands.
Lad, all eagerness, stood dancingly waiting for him to throw it again.
But it was not thrown. Instead, the Master "broke" the weapon; shaking the greasy cartridges out on to his own palm and then transferring them to his pockets.
"In case of accidents," he explained, pleasantly, as he handed the pistol back to its scowling owner. "And if you"ll stop at the post-office, this afternoon, you"ll find these sh.e.l.ls in an envelope in your letter-box. Now, chase; unless you want Lad to escort you to your boat. Lad is fine at escorting undesirables off the Place. Want to see him perform?"
But Wefers did not answer. s.n.a.t.c.hing the impotent pistol and shoving it back into his coattail pocket, he strode lakeward, muttering lurid threats as he went.
The Mistress watched his lank figure on its way down the lawn to the dock.
"It"s-it"s AWFUL!" she faltered, clutching at her husband"s arm. "Oh, you don"t suppose he can--can really get leave to shoot Laddie, do you?"
"I don"t know," answered the Master, as uneasy as she. "A mad-dog scare has a way of throwing everybody into a fool panic. There"s no knowing what some magistrate may let him do. But one thing is mighty certain,"
he rea.s.sured her. "If the whole National Guard of New Jersey comes here, with a truckload of shooting-warrants, they aren"t going to get Laddie. I promise you that. I don"t quite know how we are going to prevent it. But we"re going to. That"s a pledge. So you"re not to worry."
As they talked they continued to watch the constable in his clumping exit from the Place. Wefers reached the dock, and stamped out to its extreme end, where was moored the livery scow he had commandeered for his journey across the lake from the village.
A light wind was blowing. It had caught the scow"s wide stern and had swung it out from the dock. Wefers unhooked the chain and dropped it clankingly into the bottom. Then, with ponderous uncertainty, he stepped from the dock"s string-piece to the prow of his boat.