By reason of this noise and of the Master's stupid homily, none of the trio heard an amazed little bark, from the knoll-top, a hundred yards behind them.
Nor did the car catch up with the truck.

At the end of the first half mile, the horrible roadbed began to take toll of the elderly tires.
There were two punctures, in rapid succession.

Then came a blowout.
And, at the bottom of the mountain a third puncture varied the monotony of the ride.

Thus, the truck reached the Place well ahead of the faster vehicle.
The Mistress's first question was for Lad.

Terror seized upon the guide's boy, as he remembered where he had left the dog.