So he followed the broken-nosed, bandy-legged man till they reached a narrow lonely alley, and then just as Dandy was thinking about going home again, the stranger turned suddenly on him, hemmed him up in a corner, caught him dexterously up in one hand, tapped him sharply on the head, and slipped him, stunned, into a capacious inside pocket.
"I thought werry likely I should come on you in "ere, Bob," said a broken-nosed man in a fur cap, about a week after Dandy"s disappearance, to a short, red-faced, hoa.r.s.e man who was drinking at the bar of a public-house.
"Ah," said the hoa.r.s.e man; "well, you ain"t fur out as it happens."
"Yes, I did," said the other. "I met your partner the other day, and he tells me you"re looking out for a noo Toby dawg. I"ve got a article somewheres about me at this moment I should like you to cast a eye over."
And, diving into his inside pocket he fished out a small shining silver-grey terrier which he slammed down rather roughly on the pewter counter.
Of course the terrier was Hilda"s lost Dandy. For some reason or other, the dog-stealer had not thought it prudent to claim the reward offered for him as he had intended to do at first, and Dandy, not being of a breed in fashionable demand, the man was trying to get rid of him now for the best price he could obtain from humble purchasers.
"Well, we _do_ want a understudy, and that"s a fact," said the hoa.r.s.e man, who was one of the managers of Mr. Punch"s Theatre. "The Toby as travels with us now is breakin" up, getting so blind he don"t know Punch from Jack Ketch. But that there animal "ud never make a "it as a Toby," he said, examining Dandy critically: "why, that"s bin a gen"leman"s dawg once, that has--we don"t want no amatoors on our show."
"It"s the amatoors as draws nowadays," said the dog-fancier: "not but what this "ere partic"lar dawg has his gifts for the purfession. You see him sit up and smoke a pipe and give yer his paw, now."
And he put Dandy through these performances on the sloppy counter. It was much worse than being introduced to Angelina; but hunger and fretting and rough treatment had broken down the dog"s spirit, and it was with dull submission now that he repeated the poor little tricks Hilda had taught him with such pretty perseverance.
"It"s no use talking," said the showman, though he began to show some signs of yielding. "It takes a tyke born and bred to make a reg"lar Toby. And this ain"t a young dog, and he ain"t "ad no proper dramatic eddication; he"s not worth to us not the lowest you"d take for him."
"Well now, I"ll tell you "ow fur I"m willing to meet yer," said the other persuasively; "you shall have him, seein" it"s _you_, for----" And so they haggled on for a little longer, but at the end of the interview Dandy had changed hands, and was permanently engaged as a member of Mr.
Punch"s travelling company.
A few days after that Dandy made acquaintance with his strange fellow-performers. The men had put the show up on a deserted part of a common near London, behind the railings of a little cemetery where no one was likely to interfere with them, and the new Toby was hoisted up on the very narrow and uncomfortable shelf to go through his first interview with Mr. Punch.
When that popular gentleman appeared at his side Dandy examined him with p.r.i.c.ked and curious ears. He was rather odd-looking, but his smile, though there was certainly a good deal of it, seemed genial and encouraging, and the poor dog wagged his tail in a conciliatory manner--he wanted some one to be kind to him again.
"The dawg"s a fool, Bob," growled Jem, the other proprietor of the show, a little shabby dirty-faced man with a thin and ragged red beard, who was watching the experiment from the outside; "he"s a-waggin" his bloomin" tail--he"ll be a-lickin of Punch"s face next! Try him with a squeak."
And Bob produced a sound which was a hideous compound of chuckle, squeak, and crow, when Dandy, in the full persuasion that the strange figure must be a new variety of cat, flew at it blindly.
But though he managed to get a firm grip of its great hook nose, there was not much satisfaction to be got out of that--the hard wood made his teeth ache, and besides, in his excitement he overbalanced himself and came suddenly down upon Mr. Robert Blott inside, who swore horribly and put him up again.
Then, after a little highly mysterious dancing up and down, and wagging his head, Mr. Punch, in the most uncalled-for manner, hit Dandy over the head with a stick, in order, as Jem put it, "to get up a ill-feeling between them"--a wanton insult that made the dog madder than ever.
He did not revenge himself at once: he only barked furiously and retreated to his corner of the stage; but the next time Punch came sidling cautiously up to him, Dandy made, not for his wooden head, but for a place between his shoulders which he thought looked more yielding.
There was a savage howl from below, Punch dropped in a heap on the narrow shelf, and Mr. Blott sucked his finger and thumb with many curses.
Mr. Punch was not killed, however, though Dandy had at first imagined he had settled him. He revived almost directly, when he proceeded to rain down such a shower of savage blows from his thick stick upon every part of the dog"s defenceless body, that Dandy was completely subdued long before his master thought fit to leave off.
By the time the lesson came to an end, Dandy was sore and shaken and dazed, for Bob had allowed himself to be a little carried away by personal feeling. Still it only showed Dandy more plainly that Mr.
Punch was not a person to be trifled with, and, though he liked him as little as ever, he respected as well as feared him.
Unfortunately for Dandy, he was a highly intelligent terrier, of an inquiring turn of mind, and so, after he had been led about for some days with the show, and was able to think things over and put them together, he began to suspect that Punch and the other figures were not alive after all, but only a particularly ugly set of dolls, which Mr.
Blott put in motion in some way best known to himself.
From the time he was perfectly certain of this he felt a degraded dog indeed. He had scorned once to allow himself to be even touched by Angelina (who at least was not unpleasant to look at, and always quite inoffensive): now, every hour of his life he found himself ordered about and insulted before a crowd of shabby strangers by a vulgar tawdry doll, to which he was obliged to be civil and even affectionate--as if it was something real!
Dandy was an honest dog, and so, of course, it was very revolting to his feelings to have to impose upon the public in this manner; but Mr.
Punch, if he was only a doll, had a way of making himself obeyed.
And though in time the new Toby learnt to perform his duties respectably enough, he did so without the least enthusiasm: it wounded his pride--besides making him very uncomfortable--when Punch caught hold of his head, and something with red whiskers and a blue frock took him by the hind legs, and danced jerkily round the stage with him. He hated that more than anything. Day by day he grew more miserable and homesick.
He loathed the Punch and Judy show and every doll in it, from the hero down to the ghost and the baby. Jem and Bob were not actually unkind to him, and would even have been friendly had he allowed it; but he was a dainty dog, with a natural dislike to ill-dressed and dirty persons, and shrank from their rough if well-meant advances. He never could forget what he had once been, and what he was, and often, in the close sleeping-room of some common lodging-house, he dreamed of the comfortable home he had lost, and Hilda"s pretty imperious face, and woke to miss her more than ever.
At first his new masters had been careful to keep him from all chance of escape, and Bob led him after the show by a string; but, as he seemed to be getting resigned to his position, allowed him to run loose.
He was trotting tamely at Jem"s heels one hot August morning, followed by a small train of admiring children, when all at once he became aware that he was in a street he knew well--he was near his old home--a few minutes" hard run and he would be safe with Hilda!
He looked up sideways at Jem, who was beating his drum and blowing his pipes, with his eyes on the lower and upper windows. Bob"s head was inside the show, and both were in front and not thinking of him just then.
Dandy stopped, turned round upon the unwashed children behind, looked wistfully up at them, as much as to say, "Don"t tell," and then bolted at the top of his speed.
There was a shrill cry from the children at once of "Oh, Mr. Punch, sir, please--your dawg"s a-runnin" away from yer!" and angry calls to return from the two men. Jem even made an attempt to pursue him, but the drum was too much in his way, and a small dog is not easily caught at the best of times when he takes it into his head to run away. So he gave it up sulkily.
Meanwhile Dandy ran on, till the shouts behind died away. Once an errand boy, struck by the parti-coloured frill round the dog"s neck, tried to stop him, but he managed to slip past him and run out into the middle of the road, and kept on blindly, narrowly escaping being run over several times by tradesmen"s carts.
And at last, panting and exhausted, he reached the well-remembered gate, out of which he had marched so defiantly, it seemed long ages ago.
The railings were covered with wire netting inside, as he knew, but fortunately some one had left the gate open, and he pattered eagerly down the area steps feeling safe and at home at last.
The kitchen door was shut, but the window was not, and, as the sill was low, he contrived to scramble up somehow and jump into the kitchen, where he reckoned upon finding friends to protect him.
But he found it empty, and looking strangely cold and desolate; only a small fire was smouldering in the range, instead of the cheerful blaze he remembered there, and he could not find the cook--an especial patroness of his--anywhere.
He scampered up into the hall, making straight for the morning-room, where he knew he should find Hilda curled up in one of the arm-chairs with a book.
But that room was empty too--the shutters were up, and the half-light which streamed in above them showed a dreary state of confusion: the writing-table was covered with a sheet and put away in a corner, the chairs were piled up on the centre table, the carpet had been taken up and rolled under the sideboard, and there was a faint warm smell of flue and dust and putty in the place.
He pattered out again, feeling puzzled and a little afraid, and went up the bare stone staircase to find Hilda in one of the upper rooms, perhaps in the nursery.
But the upper rooms, too, were all bare and sheeted and ghostly, and, higher up, the stairs were spotted with great stars of whitewash, and there were ladders and planks on which strange men in dirty white blouses were talking and joking a great deal, and doing a little whitewashing now and then, when they had time for it.
Their voices echoed up and down the stairs with a hollow noise that scared him, and he was afraid to venture any higher. Besides, he knew by this time somehow that Hilda, her father and mother, all the friends he had counted upon seeing again, would not be found in any part of that house.
It was the same house, though stripped and deserted, but all the life and colour and warmth had gone out of it; and he ran here and there, seeking for them in vain.
He picked his way forlornly down to the hall again, and there he found a mouldy old woman with a duster pinned over her head and a dustpan and brush in her hand; for, unhappily for him, the family, servants and all, had gone away some days before into the country, and this old woman had been put into the house as caretaker.
She dropped her brush and pan with a start as she saw him, for she was not fond of dogs.
"Why, deary me," she said morosely, "if it hasn"t give me quite a turn.
However did the nasty little beast get in? a-gallivantin" about as if the "ole place belonged to him."
Dandy sat up and begged. In the old days he would not have done such a thing for any servant below a cook (who was always worth being polite to), but he felt a very reduced and miserable little animal indeed just then, and he thought she might be able to take him to Hilda.
But the charwoman"s only idea was to get rid of him as quickly as possible.