No sooner did he see the Master catch the infuriated dog by the ruff than he scrambled to his feet; ducked under the policeman's arm and set off, around a corner, in something better than record time.

Somehow, the encounter had deprived him of the nerve and the pluck to stand his ground and to explain that he had merely been trying to help with the luggage.

His only desire, just then, was to put as many thousand miles as possible between himself and the tawny demon that had assaulted him.
"Laddie!" gasped the Mistress, unbelieving, as the policeman and most of the little crowd set off after the fugitive.

"LADDIE! What in the world-- ?" "He--he must have been in the car, all the time," gabbled the Master, brilliantly.

"He must have jumped in, while we were at breakfast.