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Before the apoplectic Colonel could speak； Lad created a diversion on his own account。 He had been sniffing the air； reminiscently； for a few seconds。 Now； his eyes verified what his nostrils had told him。 A pallidly glaring and shaking man； leaning against the veranda rail for support； had an oddly familiar scent and appearance to Laddie。
The collie stepped forward to investigate。 The nerve…smashed Higham saw him coming； and thrust out one gloved hand in frightened rebuff。
The flicking gesture was unpleasantly like a blow。 As the menacing hand slapped toward his jaws； Lad caught at it； in wary self…defense。
He recalled this man； now。 He remembered he had been bidden to 〃watch〃 him。 He did not spring at his assailant。 But a warning snap answered the frenzied thrust of the hand。 His teeth closed lightly on the glove…fingers； just as Higham； in fear； jerked back his arm。
The loose glove came away in the dog's mouth。
Colonel Osbourne； wheeling about to demand some explanation of his kennel…manager； beheld a bare hand as vividly crimson as Lochaber King's ruined coat。
〃Laddie；〃 observed the Mistress； that evening； as she placed on the top trophy…shelf an embossed silver cup； antique； and nine inches high； and stood back pride fully； to note the effect。 〃Laddie； I knowI just KNOW；you'd have won it； even if poor Lochaber King had competed。 But；oh； I wish I could make head or tail of any of the things that have happened； today！ How do you suppose it all started； anyhow； dear？〃 she asked； turning to her husband for help in the riddle。
〃I'd be willing to bet a year's pay it 'all started' about six feet from shore in this lake；〃 responded the Master； 〃and about a fortnight ago。〃
But he spoke it in the depths of his own guiltily exultant heart。 Outwardly； he merely grinned； and said with vacuous conviction：
〃Laddie； you're a grand dog。 And；if you didn't win that cup from Lochaber King in one way； you certainly won it in another！〃
CHAPTER IV。 Hero…Stuff
Life was monstrous pleasant； for Lad； at the Place。 And never； except in early puppyhood； was he lonely。 Never until the Master was so foolish as to decide in his own shallow human mind that the big collie would be happier with another collie for comrade and mate。
After that； loneliness more than once crept into Laddie's serene life； and into the dark sorrowful eyes behind which lurked a soul。 For； until one has known and relied on the companionship of one's kind； there can be no loneliness。
The Master made another blunderthis one on his own account and on the Mistress's；when he bought a second collie； to share Lad's realm of forest and lawn and lake。 For； it is always a mistake to own two dogs at a time。 A single dog is one's chum and guard and worshiper。 If he be rightly treated and talked to and taught； he becomes all…but human。 Because he is forced to rely solely on humans； for everything。 And his mind and heart respond to this。 There is no divided allegiance。
One dog in a home is worth ten times as much to his owners； in every way； as are two or more dogs。 Especially if the one dog be such a collie as Sunnybank Lad。 This the Master was due to discover。
On a sloppy and drippy and muggy afternoon； late in October；one of those days nobody wants；the Master came home from town； his fall overcoat showing a decided list to starboard in the shape of an egregiously bulged side…pocket。
The Mistress and Lad； as ever； came forth to greet the returning man。 Lad； with the gayly trumpeting bark which always he reserved for the Mistress or the Master after an absence of any length； cavorted rapturously up to his deity。 But； midway in his welcoming advance； he checked himself； sniffing the sodden October air； and seeking to locate a new and highly interesting scent which had just assailed his sensitive nostrils。
The Master put an end to the mystery； forthwith； by reaching deep into his overcoat's swollen pocket and fishing out a grayish golden ball of squirming fluff。
This handful of liveliness he set gingerly on the veranda floor； where it revealed itself as an eight…weeks old collie pup。
〃Her name is 'Lady；'〃 expounded the Master； as he and the Mistress gazed interestedly down upon the sprawling and wiggling puppy。 〃Her pedigree reads like a page in Burke's Peerage。 She〃
He paused。 For Lad had moved forward to where the infant collie was trying valiantly to walk on the slippery boards。 The big dog regarded the puppy； his head on one side； his tulip ears cocked； his deep…set eyes friendily curious。 This was Lad's first experience with one of the young of his species。 And he was a bit puzzled； albeit vastly interested。
Experimentally； he laid one of his tiny white forepaws lightly on the mite's fuzzy shoulder。 Instantly； the puppy growled a falsetto warning to him to keep his distance。 Lad's plumed tail began to wag at this sign of spirit in the pigmy。 And； with his curved pink ribbon of tongue； he essayed to lick the shivering Lady。 A second growl rewarded this attention。 And Lady sought to avoid further contact with the shaggy giant； by scrambling at top speed to the edge of the veranda。
She miscalculated the distance or else her nearsighted baby eyes failed to take account of the four…foot drop to the gravel drive below。 Too late； she tried to check her awkward rush。 And； for a moment； her fat little body swayed perilously on the brink。
The Mistress and the Master were too far away to catch her in time to prevent a fall which might well have entailed a broken rib or a wrenched shoulder。 But Lad was nearer。 Also； he moved faster。
With the speed of lightning； he made a dive for the tumbling Lady。 As tenderly as if he were picking up a ball of needles； he caught her by the scruff of the neck； lifting her in the air and depositing her at the Mistress's feet。
The puppy repaid this life…saving exploit by growling still more wrathfully and by snapping in helpless menace at the big dog's nose。 But Lad was in no wise offended。 Deaf to the praise of the Mistress；a praise which ordinarily threw him into transports of embarrassed delight；he stood over the rescued pup； every inch of his magnificent body vibrant with homage and protectiveness。
From that hour； Lad was the adoring slave of Lady。
He watched over her； in her increasingly active rambles about the Place。 Always； on the advent of doubtful strangers； he interposed his own furry bulk between her and possible kidnaping。 He stood beside her as she lapped her bread…and…milk or as she chewed laboriously at her fragment of dog…biscuit。
At such times； he proved himself the mortal foe of Peter Grimm； the Mistress's temperamental gray kitten； with whom he was ordinarily on very comfortable terms。 Peter Grimm was the one creature on the Place whom Lady feared。 On the day after her arrival； she essayed to worry the haughty catkin。 And； a second later； the puppy was nursing a brace of deep red scratches at the tip of her inquiring black nostrils。
Thereafter； she gave Peter Grimm a wide berth。 And the cat was wont to take advantage of this dread by making forays on Lady's supper dish。 But； ever； Lad would swoop down upon the marauder； as Lady cowered whimperingly back on her hau