"Span!" But the dog was still lying on the floor of the car, and he made no movement, still less any attempt to jump down.
"What an extraordinary thing!" exclaimed Span's master.

"Come down, Span! Come down at once!" He waited a moment; then he went forward and tried to drag the dog out.
But Span resisted with all his might.

He was a big spaniel, and Panton, from where he stood, had no purchase on him.

"There's something wrong with him," he said with concern.

"Wait a moment, Varick--if you don't mind." He got up into the car again and patted Span's head.