Then she drove for his throat.
Lad stood stock still.

His only move was to interpose his shaggy shoulder to her ravening jaws.

And, deep into the fur and skin and flesh of his shoulder her furious teeth shore their way.
It would have been child's play for him to have shaken her off and to have leaped to safety, alone, through the sash-less window.
Yet he stood where he was; his sorrowful eyes looking tenderly down upon the maddened youngster who was tearing into him so ferociously.
And that was the picture the Master beheld; as he flung open the door and blinked gaspingly through the smoke for the dog he had locked in.
Brought out of bed, on the jump, by Lad's unearthly wolf howl, he had smelt the smoke and had run out to investigate.

But, not until he unbarred the tool-house door did he guess that Lady was not the burning shack's only prisoner.
"It'll be another six months before your wonderful coat grows out again, Laddie dear," observed the Mistress, next day, as she renewed the smelly wet cloths on Lad's burned and glass-cut body.

"Dr.Hopper says so.