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human。 She amazed the enraptured boy by her cleverness and spirits。 His
initiation to the dog… masters' guild was joyous and complete。
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It was a tired and ravenous pair of friends who scampered home at
dinner…time that evening。 The pallor was gone from Dick's face。 His
cheeks were glowing； and his eyes shone。 He ate greedily。 His parents
looked covertly at each other。 And the self…complacency lines around
Hazen's mouth blurred。
Boy and dog went to bed early； being blissfully sleepy and full of
foodalso because another and longer woodland ramble was scheduled for
the morrow。
Timidly Dick asked leave to have Lass sleep on the foot of his cot…bed。
After a second telegraphing of glances； his parents consented。 Half an
hour later the playmates were sound asleep； the puppy snuggling deep in
the hollow of her master's arm； her furry head across his thin chest。
It was in this pose that Hazen found them when； late in the evening； he
tiptoed into Dick's cubby…hole room。 He gazed down at the slumberous
pair for a space； while he fought and conquered an impulse toward fair
play。 Then he stooped to pick up the dog。
Lass； waking at the slight creak of a floorboard； lifted her head。 At
sight of the figure leaning above her adored master； the lip curled back
from her white teeth。 Far down in her throat a growl was born。 Then she
recognized the intruder as the man who had petted her and fed her that
evening。 The growl died in her throat； giving place to a welcoming thump
or two of her bushy tail。 Dick stirred uneasily。
Patting the puppy lightly on her upraised head； Hazen picked up Lass
in his arms and tiptoed out of the room with her。 Mistaking this move for a
form of caress； she tried to lick his face。 The man winced。
Downstairs and out into the street Hazen bore his trustful little burden；
halting only to put on his hat； and for a whispered word with his wife。 For
nearly a mile he carried the dog。 Lass greatly enjoyed the ride。 She was
pleasantly tired； and it was nice to be carried thus； by some one who was
so considerate as to save her the bother of walking。
At the edge of the town； Hazen set her on the ground and at once
began to walk rapidly away in the direction of home。 He had gone perhaps
fifty yards when Lass was gamboling merrily around his feet。 A kick sent
the dismayed and agonized puppy flying through the air like a whimpering
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catapult； and landed her against a bank with every atom of breath knocked
out of her。 Before she had fairly struck ground；before she could look
about her；Hazen had doubled around a corner and had vanished。
At a run； he made for home； glad the unpleasant job was over。 At the
door his wife met him。
〃Well；〃 she demanded； 〃did you drown her in the canal； the way you
said？〃
〃No；〃 he confessed sheepishly； 〃I didn't exactly drown her。 You see；
she nestled down into my arms so cozy and trusting…like； that Iwell； I
fixed it so she'll never show up around here again。 Trust me to do a job
thoroughly； if I do it at all。 I〃
A dramatic gesture from Mrs。 Hazen's stubby forefinger interrupted
him。 He followed the finger's angry point。 Close at his side stood Lass；
wagging her tail and staring expectantly up at him。
With her keen power of scent； it had been no exploit at all to track the
man over a mile of unfamiliar ground。 Already she had forgiven the kick
or had put it down to accident on his part。 And at the end of her eager
chase； she was eager for a word of greeting。
〃I'll be〃 gurgled Hazen； blinking stupidly。
〃I guess you will be；〃 conceded his wife。 〃If that's the 'thorough' way
you do your jobs at the factory〃
〃Say；〃 he mumbled in a sort of wondering appeal； 〃is there any
HUMAN that would like to trust a feller so much as to risk another
ribcracking kick； just for the sake of being where he is？ I almost wish〃
But the wish was unspoken。 Hazen was a true American husband。 He
feared his wife more than he loved fairness。 And his wife's glare was full
upon him。 With a grunt he picked Lass up by the neck； tucked her under
his arm and made off through the dark。
He did not take the road toward the canal； however。 Instead he made
for the railroad tracks。 He remembered how； as a lad； he had once gotten
rid of a mangy cat； and he resolved to repeat the exploit。 It was far more
merciful to the puppyor at least； to Hazen's conscience；than to pitch
Lass into the slimy canal with a stone tied to her neck。
A line of freight cars〃empties〃was on a siding； a short distance
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above the station。 Hazen walked along the track； trying the door of each
car he passed。 The fourth he came to was unlocked。 He slid back the
newly greased side door； thrust Lass into the chilly and black interior and
quickly slid shut the door behind her。 Then with the silly feeling of having
committed a crime； he stumbled away through the darkness at top speed。
A freight car has a myriad uses； beyond the carrying of legitimate
freight。 From time immemorial； it has been a favorite repository for all
manner of illicit flotsam and jetsam human or otherwise。
Its popularity with tramps and similar derelicts has long been a theme
for comic paper and vaudeville jest。 Though； heaven knows； the inside of
a moving box…car has few jocose features； except in the imagination of
humorous artist or vaudevillian！
But a far more frequent use for such cars has escaped the notice of the
public at large。 As any old railroader can testify； trainhands are forever
finding in box…cars every genus and species of stray。
These finds range all the way from cats and dogs and discarded white
rabbits and canaries； to goats。 Dozens of babies have been discovered；
wailing and deserted； in box…car recesses； perhaps a hundred miles from
the siding where； furtively； the tiny human bundle was thrust inside some
conveniently unlatched side door。
A freight train offers glittering chances for the disposal of the
Unwanted。 More than once a slain man or woman has been sent along the
line； in this grisly but effective fashion； far beyond the reach of
recognition。
Hazen had done nothing original or new in depositing the luckless
collie pup in one of these wheeled receptacles。 He was but following an
oldestablished custom； familiar to many in his line of life。 There was no
novelty to it；except to Lass。
The car was dark and cold and smelly。 Lass hated it。 She ran to its door。
Here she found a gleam of hope for escape and for return to the home
where every one that day had been so kind to her。 Hazen had shut the door
with such vehemence that it had rebounded。 The hasp was down； and so
the catch had not done its duty。 The door had slid open a few inches from
the impetus of Hazen's shove。
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It was not wide enough open to let Lass jump out； but it was wide
enough for her to push her nose through。 And by vigorous thrusting； with
her triangular head as a wedge； she was able to widen the aperture； inch by
inch。 In less than three minutes she had broadened it far enough for her to
wriggle out of the car and leap to the side of the track。 There she stood
bewildered。
A spring snow was drifting down from the sulky sky。 The air was
damp and penetrating。 By reason of the new snow the scent of Hazen's
departing footsteps was blotted out。 Hazen himself was no longer in sight。
As Lass had made the journey from house to tracks with her head tucked
confidingly under her kidnaper's arm； she had not noted the direction。 She
was lo