And he had full trust that they would come back in a few minutes and set him free.
When the car halted, a half-mile below, Lad felt certain his faith was about to be justified.

Then, as it moved on again, he sprang to the end of his short rope, and tried to break free and follow.
Then came the dying away of the chugging motor's echoes; and silence rolled up and engulfed the wilderness hilltop.
Lad was alone.

They had gone off and left him.

They had with never a word of goodby or a friendly command to watch camp until their return.
This was not the dog's first sojourn in camp.

And his memory was flawless.