There his conductor led him through the sacred portals and down a wide hallway to the door of a committee room. Throwing open the door, he ushered in his captive and the dog, entering behind them and reclosing the heavy door.
In the room, round a table, sat several persons--all men except one.
The exception was the girl whose collie had had the bench next to Chum"s. At the table head, looking very magisterial indeed, sat Colonel Marden. Beside him lounged a larger and older man in a plaid sport suit.
Link"s escort ranged his prisoners at the foot of the table; Chum standing tight against Ferris"s knee, as if to guard him from possible harm. Link stood glowering in sullen perplexity at the Colonel. Marden cleared his voice pompously, then spoke.
"Ferris," he began with much impressiveness, "I am a magistrate of this county--as you perhaps know. You may consider yourself before the Bar of Justice, and reply to my questions accordingly."
Awed by this thundered preamble, Ferris made shift to mutter:
"I ain"t broke no laws. What d"j" want of me, anyhow?"
"First of all," proceeded Marden, "where did you get that dog?"
"Chum here?" said Ferris. "Why, I come acrost him, early last spring, on the patch of state road, jes" outside of Hampton. He was a-layin" in a ditch, with his leg bust. Throwed off"n a auto, I figgered it. I took him home an"--"
He paused, as the sport-suited man next to Marden nodded excitedly to the girl and then whispered to the Colonel.
"You took him home?" pursued Marden. "Couldn"t you see he was a valuable dog?"
"I c"d see he was a sufferin" an" dyin" dawg," retorted Link. "I c"d see he was a goner, "less I took him home an" "tended him. If you"re aimin" at findin" out why I went on keepin" him after that, I done so because no one claimed him. I put up notices "bout him. I put one up at the post-office here, too. I--"
"He did!" interrupted the girl. "That"s true! I saw it. Only--the notice said it was a bird dog. That"s why we didn"t follow it up. He--"
"Miss Gault," suggested Marden in lofty reproof, "suppose you leave the interrogatory to me, if you please? Yes, I recollect that notice. My attention was called to it at the time. But," again addressing Link, "why did you call "Glenmuir Cavalier" a "BIRD dog"? Was it to throw us off the track or--"
"Don"t know no What"s-His-Name Cav"lier!" snapped Ferris. "This dawg"s name is Chum. Like you c"n see in my entry blank, what"s layin" on the table in front of you. I adv"tised Chum as a bird dawg because I s"posed he WAS a bird dawg. I ain"t a sharp on dawgs. He"s the fust one ever I had. If he ain"t a bird dawg, "tain"t my fault. He looks more like one than like "tother breeds I"d seen. So I called him one."
"There is no need to raise your voice at me!" rebuked the colonel. "I am disposed to accept your explanation. But if you read the local papers you must have seen--"
"I did read "em," said Ferris. "I read "em steady for a month or more, to see was there was adv"tis.e.m.e.nt fer a lost dawg. Nary an adv"tis.e.m.e.nt did I see excep" one fer a "sable" collie. "Sable" means "black." I know, because our dominie told me so. I asked him, when I see that piece in the paper. Chum ain"t black, nor nowheres near black. So I knowed it couldn"t be him. What d"j" want of me, anyhow?" he demanded once more.
"Again, I am disposed to credit your explanation," boomed the colonel, frowning down a ripple of giggles that had its rise in Miss Gault. "And I am disposed to acquit you of consciously dishonest intent. I am glad to do so. Here is the situation: Early last spring, Mr. Gault,"
indicating the sport-suit wearer at his left, "bought from the famous Glenmuir Collie Kennels, on the Hudson, an unusually fine young collie--a dog for which connoisseurs predicted a great future in the show ring. He purchased it as a gift for his daughter, Miss Marion Gault."
He inclined his head slightly toward the girl; then proceeded:
"As Mr. Glenmuir was disbanding his kennel, Mr. Gault was able to secure the dog--Glenmuir Cavalier. He started for Craigswold, with the dog on the rear seat of the car. At first he kept a hand on the dog"s collar, but as the collie made no attempt to escape, he soon turned around--he was in the front seat--and paid no more attention to him.
Just outside of Suffern, he looked back--to find Cavalier had disappeared. He advertised, and made all possible efforts to locate the dog. But he could get no clew to him, until to-day. Seeing this dog of yours in the show ring, he recognized him at once."
The pompously booming voice, with its stilted diction, ceased. All eyes were upon Link Ferris. The mountaineer, stung to life by the silence and the multiple gaze, came out of his trance of shock.
"Then--then," he stuttered, forcing the words from a throat sanded by sudden dread, "then Chum rightly b"longs to this man?"
"Quite so!" a.s.sented Marden, in some relief. "I am glad you grasp the point so readily. Mr. Gault has talked the matter over with me, and he is taking a remarkably broad and generous view of the case if I may say so. He is not only willing that you should keep the cup and the cash prize which you have won to-day, but he is also ready to pay to you the seventy-five dollar reward he offered for the return of Glenmuir Cavalier. I repeat, this strikes me as most gener--"
"NO!" yelled Link, a spasm of foreseen loneliness sweeping over him.
"NO!! He can"t have him! n.o.body can! Why Chum"s my dawg! I"ve learned him to fetch cows an" shake hands an"--an" everything! An" he drug me out"n the lake, when I was a-drowndin"! An" he done a heap more"n that fer me! He"s drug me up to my feet, out"n wuthlessness, too; an" he"s learned me that livin" is wuth while! He"s my--my--he"s my dawg!" he finished lamely, his scared eyes sweeping the circle of faces in panic appeal.
"That will do, Ferris!" coldly exhorted the colonel. "We wish no scenes here. You will take this seventyfive dollar check which Mr. Gault has so kindly made out for you, and you will go."
"Leavin" Chum behind?" babbled Ferris, aghast. "Not leavin" Chum behind? PLEASE not!"
He pulled himself together with an effort that drove his nails bitingly into his palms and left his face gray. He saw the uselessness of pleading with these people of polished iron, who could not understand his fearful loss. For the sake of Chum--for the sake of the self-respecting man he himself had become--he would not let himself go to pieces. Forcing his shaken voice to a dry steadiness, he addressed the uneasily squirming Gault.
"What d"j" you pay for Chum when you bought him off"n that Hudson River feller--that Glenmuir chap?" he demanded.
"Why, as a matter of fact," responded Gault, "as Colonel Marden has told you, I couldn"t have hoped to get such a promising collie at any price it--"
"What d"j" you pay for him?" insisted Link, his voice harsh and unconsciously domineering as a vague new hope dawned on his troubled mind.
"I paid six hundred dollars," answered Gault shortly, in annoyance at the boor"s manner.
"Good!" approved Link, "That gives us suthin" to go on. I"ll pay you six hundred dollars fer him back. This hundred dollars in gold an" this yer silver cup an" seven dollars more I got with me--to bind the bargain. An" a second mortgage on my farm fer the rest. Fer as much of the rest," he amended, "as I ain"t got ready cash for."
In his stark earnestness, Link"s rough voice sounded more hectoring and unpleasant than before. Gault, unused to such talk from the alleged "peasantry," resolved to cut short the haggling.
"Sell for six hundred a dog that"s cleaned up "best in the show?"" he rasped. "No, thank you. Leighton says Cavalier will go far. One man, ten minutes ago, offered me a thousand for him."
"A thousan"?" repeated Ferris, scared at the magnitude of the sum--then, rallying, he asked:
"What WILL you let me have him fer, then? Set a price, can"t you?"
"The dog is not for sale," curtly replied Gault, busying himself with the lighting of a cigarette.
"Take Mr. Gault"s check and go," commanded Marden, thrusting the slip of paper at Link. "I think there is nothing more to say. I have an appointment at--"
He hesitated. Regardless of the others" presence, Ferris dropped to one knee beside the uncomprehending dog. With his arm about Chum"s neck, he bent close to the collie"s ear and whispered:
"Good-by, Chummie! It"s good-by, fer keeps, too. Don"t you get to thinkin" I"ve gone an" deserted you, nor got tired of you, nor nothnn", Chum. Because I"d a dam" sight ruther leave one of my two legs here than to leave you. I--I guess only Gawd rightly knows all you done fer me, Chum. But I ain"t a-goin" to ferget none of it. Lord, but it"s goin" to be pretty turrible, to home, without you!" He got to his feet, winking back a mist from his red eyes, and turning blindly toward the door.
"Here!" boomed Marden after him. "You"ve forgotten your check."
"I don"t aim to take no measly money fer givin" up the only friend I got!" snarled Link over his shoulder. "Keep it--fer a tip!"
It was a good exit line. But it was spoiled. Because, as Ferris reached the door and groped for its k.n.o.b, Chum was beside him--glad to get out of this uncongenial a.s.sembly and to be alone with the master who seemed so unhappy and so direly in need of consolation. Link stiffened to his full height. With one hand lovingly laid on the collie"s silken head, he mumbled:
"No, Chum, you can"t come along. Back, boy! Stay HERE!"
Lowering at Gault, he added:
"He ain"t never been hit, nor yet swore at. An" he don"t need to be.
Treat him nice, like he"s used to bein" treated. An" don"t get sore on him if he mopes fer me, jes" at fust. Because he"s sure to. Dogs ain"t like folks. They got hearts. Folks has only got souls. I guess dogs has the best of it, at that."
Ferris swung open the door and stumbled out, not trusting himself for a backward glance at the wistfully grieved dog he had left behind.
Lurchingly he made off, across the lawn and out through the wicket. He was numb and sick. He moved mechanically and with no conscious power of thought or of locomotion.