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Sonya picked up the heavy loadtwice as big as usual were the baskets given her to carry； now that the interfering Master and the superintendent were not here to forbidand started laboriously for the house。
Her back ached with weariness。 Yet； in the absence of her protectors； she dared not complain or even to allow herself the luxury of walking slowly。 So； up the hill； she toiled； at top speed。 Ruloff had finished filling another basket； and he prepared to follow her。 This completed the morning's work。 His lunch…pail awaited him at the barn。 With nobody to keep tabs on him； he resolved to steal an extra hour of time； in honor of Labor Dayat his employer's expense。
Sonya pattered up the rise and around to the corner of the house。 There； feeling her father's eye on her； as he followed； she tried to hasten her staggering steps。 As a result； she stumbled against the concrete walk。 Her bare feet went from under her。
Down she fell； asprawl； the peaches flying in fifty directions。 She had cut her knee； painfully； against the concrete edge。 This； and the knowledge that Ruloff would most assuredly punish her clumsiness； made her break out in shrill weeping。
Among the cascaded peaches she lay； crying her eyes out。 Up the hill toward her scrambled Ruloff； basket on shoulder； yelling abuse better fitted for the ears of a balky mule than for those of a hurt child。
〃Get up！〃 he bawled。 〃Get up； you worthless little cow！ If you've spoiled any of those peaches or broke my basket； I'll cut the flesh off your bones。〃
Sonya redoubled her wailing。 For； she recognized a bumpy substance beneath her as the crushed basket。 And these baskets belonged to Ruloff； not to the Place。
For the accidental breaking of far less worthwhile things； at home； she and her brothers and sisters had often been thrashed most unmercifully： Her lamentations soared to high heaven。 And her father's running feet sounded like the tramp of Doom。
There is perhaps no other terror so awful as that of an ill treated child at the approach of punishment。 A man or woman； menaced by danger from law or from private foe； can either fight it out or run away from it。 But there is no hiding place for a child from a brute parent。 The punishment is as inevitable and as fearsome as from the hand of God。
No； there is no other terror so awful。 And； one likes to think； there is no other punishment in the next world so severe as that meted out to the torturers of little children。 For this hope's basis there is the solemn warning voiced by the All…pitying Friend of children；a threat which； apparently； was unfamiliar to Ruloff。
Down upon the weepingly prostrate Sonya bore the man。 As he came toward her； he ripped off the leathern belt he wore。 And he brandished it by the hole…punch end； the brass buckle singing ominously about his head。 Then； out from the house and across the wide veranda flashed a giant tawny shape。
With the fierce speed of his youngest days； Lad cleared the porch and reached the crying child。 In the same instant he beheld the advancing Ruloff； and the wise old brain read the situation at a glance。
Stopping only to lick the tear…streaked little face； Lad bounded in front of Sonya and faced the father。 The collie's feeble old body was tense； his eyes blazed with indignant fury。 His hackles bristled。 The yellowed and useless teeth glinted from beneath back…writhed lips。 For all his age； Lad was a terrible and terrifying figure as he stood guard over the helpless waif。
Ruloff hesitated an instant； taken aback by the apparition。 Sonya ceased shrieking。 Lad was here to protect her。 Over her frightened soul came that former queer sense of safety。 She got up； tremblingly； and pressed close to the furry giant who had come to her rescue。 She glared defiantly up at Ruloff。
Perhaps it was this glare； perhaps it was the knowledge that Lad was very old and the sight of his worn…down teeth； perhaps it was the need of maintaining his hold of fear over the rebellious child。 At all events； Ruloff swung aloft the belt once more and strode toward the two； balancing himself for a kick at the thundrously growling dog。
The kick did not land。 For； even as Sonya cried out in new terror； Lad launched himself at the Slav。
All unprepared for the clash； and being an utter coward at heartif he had a heartthe father reeled back； under the impact。 Losing his balance； he tumbled prone to earth。
By the time his back struck ground； Lad was upon him； ravening uselessly at the swarthy throat。
But； yelling with fright； Ruloff fended him off； and twisted and writhed out of reach； bunching his feet under him and； in a second； staggering up and racing for the shelter of the nearest tree。
Up the low…stretching branches the man swarmed； until he was well out of reach。 Then； pausing in his climb； he shook his fist down at the collie； who was circling the tree in a vain attempt to find some way of climbing it。
Chattering； mouthing； gibbering like a monkey； Ruloff shook an impotent fist at the dog that had treed him； and squalled insults at him and at the hysterically delighted child。
Sonya rushed up to Lad； flinging her arms around him and trying to kiss him。 At her embrace； the collie's tension relaxed。 He turned his back on the jabbering Ruloff； and looked pantingly up into the child's excited face。
Then； whimpering a little under his breath； he licked her cheek； and made shift to wag his plumed tail in reassurance。 After which； having routed the enemy and done what he could to comfort the rescued； Laddie moved heavily over to the veranda。
For some reason he was finding it hard to breathe。 And his heart was doing amazing things against his ribs。 He was very tired very drowsy。 He wanted to finish his interrupted nap。 But it was a long way into the house。 And a spot on the veranda； under the wide hammock； promised coolness。 Thither he went； walking more and more slowly。
At the hammock； he looked back： Ruloff was shinnying down from the tree； on the far side。 All the fight； all the angry zest for torturing； seemed to have gone out of the man。 Without so much as glancing toward Sonya or the dog； he made his way； in a wide detour； toward the barn and lunch。
Sonya ran up on the veranda after Lad。 As he laid himself heavily down； under the hammock； she sat on the floor beside him； taking his head in her lap； stroking its silken fur and beginning to sing to him in that high…pitched crooning little voice of hers。
Laddie loved this。 And he loved the soft caress of her hand。 It soothed him to sleep。
It was good to sleep。 He had just undergone more vehement exertion and excitement than had been his for many a long month。 And he had earned his rest。 It was sweet to doze like thispetted and sung to。
It was not well to exercise body and emotions as he had just done。 Lad realized that； now；now that it was all over and he could rest。 Rest！ Yes； it was good to rest；to be smoothed and crooned at。 It was thus the Mistress had stroked and crooned to him； so many thousand times。 And always Lad had loved it。
It was well to be at home and to be sinking so pleasantly to sleep； here at the Place he had guarded since before he could rememberthe Place where he and th