further adventures of lad-第40节
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stolid face rippled into a pleased smile。
Quickening his pace； he hurried on to the gateway and down the drive。 But； as he passed the house on his way to the garage where stood the other and larger car； he paused。 Out of an ever…vigilant eye…corner； he saw an automobile turn in at the gateway； two hundred yards up the wooded slope； and start down the drive。
The Mistress and the Master were returning from the post office。
Dugan's smile vanished。 He stopped in his tracks； and did some fast thinking。 Then； mounting the veranda steps； he knocked boldly at a side door； the door nearest to him。 As the maids were in the kitchen or making up the bedrooms； his knock was unheard。 Half hidden by the veranda vines； he waited。
The car came down the driveway and circled the house to the side farthest from Dugan。 There； at the front door； it halted。 The Mistress and Lad got out。 The Master did not go down to the garage。 Instead； he circled the house again； and chugged off up the drive； bound for the station to meet a guest whose train was due in another ten minutes。 Dugan drew a long breath； and swaggered toward the garage。 His walk and manner had in them an easy openness that no honest man's could possibly have acquired in a lifetime。
The Mistress； deposited at the front veranda； chirped to Lad； and started across the lawn toward the chrysanthemum bed； a hundred feet away。
The summer's flowers were goneeven to the latest thin stemmed Teplitz rose and the last stalk of rose…tinted cosmos。 For dining table； now； and for living…room and guest rooms； nothing was left but the mauve and bronze hardy chrysanthemums which made gay the flower border at the crest of the lawn overlooking the lake。 Thither fared the Mistress； in search of blossoms。
Between her and the chrysanthemum border was a bed of canvas。 Frost had smitten the tall； dark stems； leaving only a copse of brown stalks。 Out of this copse； chewing greedily at an uprooted bunch of canna…bulbs； slouched Romaine's wandering sow。 At； sight of the Mistress； she paused in her leisurely progress and； with the bunch of bulbs still hanging from one corner of her shark…mouth； stood blinking truculently at the astonished woman。
Now； Lad had not obeyed the Mistress's soft chirp。 It had not reached his dulling ears；the ears which； of old； had caught her faintest whisper。 Yet； he would have followed her； as ever； without such summons； had not his nostrils suddenly become aware of an alien scent。
Lad's sense of smell； like his hearing； was far less keen than once it had been。 But； it was still strong enough to register the trace of intruders。 His hackles bristled。 Up went the classically splendid head； to sniff the light breeze； for further information as to the reek of pig and the lighter but more disquieting scent of man。
Turning his head； to reinforce with his near…sighted eyes the failing evidence of his nostrils； he saw the sow emerge from the canna…clump。 He saw； tooor he divinedthe look in her pale little red…rimmed eyes； as they glared defiantly at the Mistress。 And Lad cleared the porch steps at one long leap。
For the instant； he forgot he was aged and stout and that his joints ached at any sudden motion； and that his wind and his heart were not what they had been；and that his once…terrible fangs were yellowed and blunt； and that his primal vulnerable spot； （as Lad knew） in her bristling pigskin armor。
Lad got his grip。 And； with all his fragile old strength； he hung on； grinding the outworn fangs further and further into the sensitive nose of his squealing foe。
This stopped the sow's impetuous charge； for good and all。 With a heavy collie hanging to one's tortured nose and that collie's teeth sunk deep into it； there is no scope for thinking of any other opponent。 She halted； striking furiously； with her sharp cloven fore…hoofs； at the writhing dog beneath her。
One ferociously driving hoof cut a gash in Lad's chest。 Another tore the skin from his shoulder。 Unheeding； he hung on。 The sow braced herself； solid； on outspread legs； and shook her head and forequarters with all her muscular might。
Lad was hurled free； his weakened jaws failing to withstand such a yank。 Over and over he rolled； to one side； the sow charging after him。 She had lost all interest in attacking the Mistress。 Her flaming little brain now held no thought except to kill and mangle the dog that had hurt her snout so cruelly。 And she rushed at him； the tushes glinting from under her upcurled and bleeding lips。
But； the collie； for all his years and unwieldiness； was still a collie。 And； by the time he stopped rolling； he was scrambling to his feet。 Shrinking quickly to one side； as the sow bore down upon him； he eluded her rush； by the fraction of an inch； and made a wolflike slash for her underbody； as she hurtled by。
The blunted eyetooth made but a superficial furrow； which served only to madden its victim still further。 Wheeling； she returned to the attack。 Again； with a ghost of his old elusive speed； Laddie avoided her rush； by the narrowest of margins； and； snapping furiously； caught her by the ear。
Now； more than once； in other frays； Lad had subdued and scared trespassing pigs by this hold。 But； in those days； his teeth had been keen and his jaw strong enough to crack a beef bone。 Moreover； the pigs on which he had used it to such effect were not drunk with the lust of killing。
The sow squealed； afresh； with pain； and once more braced herself and shook her head with all her might： Again； Lad was flung aside by that shake； this time with a fragment of torn ear between his teeth。
As she drove slaveringly at him once more； Lad swerved and darted in； diving for her forelegs。 With the collie； as with his ancestor； the wolf； this dive for the leg of an enemy is a favorite and tremendously effective trick in battle。 Lad found his hold； just above the right pastern。 And he exerted every atom of his power to break the bone or to sever the tendon。
In all the Bible's myriad tragic lines there is perhaps none other so infinitely sad；less for its actual significance than for what it implies to every man or woman or animal； soon or late；than that which describes the shorn Samson going forth in jaunty confidence to meet the Philistines he so often and so easily had conquered：
〃He wist not that the Lord was departed from him！〃
To all of us； to whom the doubtful blessing of old age is granted； must come the black time when we shall essay a task which once we could accomplish with ease；only to find its achievement has passed forever beyond our waning powers。 And so； this day； was it with Sunnybank Lad。
Of yore； such a grip as he now secured would have ham strung or otherwise maimed its victim and left her wallowing helpless。 But the dull teeth merely barked the leg's tough skin。 And a spasmodic jerk ripped it loose from the dog's hold。
Lad barely had time to spring aside； to dodge the wheeling sow。 He was panting heavily。 His wounds were hurting and weakening him。 His wind was gone。 His heart was doing queer things which made him sick and dizzy。 His strength was turning to water。 His courage alone blazed high and undimmed。
Not once did it occur to him to seek safety in flight。 He must have known the probable outcome。 For Lad knew much。 But the great heart did not flinch at the prospect。 Feebly； yet dauntlessly； he came back to the hopeless battle。 The Mistress was in danger。 And he alone could help。
No longer able to avoid the rushes； he met some of them with pathetically useless jaws； going down under others and rising with ever greater slowness and difficulty。 The sow's ravening teeth found a goal； more than once； in the burnished mahogany coat which the Mistress brushed every day with such loving care。 The pronged hoofs had twice more cut him as he strove to roll aside from their onslaught after one of his heavy tumbles。
The end of the fight seemed very near。 Yet Lad fought on。 To the attack； after each upset or wound； he crawled with deathless courage。
The Mistress； at Lad's first charge； had stepped back。 But； at once she had caught up again the stick and belabored the sow with all her frail muscular might。 She might as well have been beating the side of a concrete wall。 Heedless of the flailing； the sow ignored her； and continued her maddened assault on Lad。 The maids； attracted by the noise； crowded the front doorway； clinging together and jabbering。 To them the Mistress called now for the Master's shotgun； from the study wall； and for a handful of shells。
She kept her head； though she saw she was powerless to save the dog she loved。 And her soul was sick within her at his peril which her puny efforts could not avert。
Running across the lawn； toward the house； she met half way the maid who came trembling forth with the gun and two shells。 Without stopping to glance at the cartridges；nor to realize that they were filled with Number Eight shot； for quails；she thrust two of them into the breech and； turning； fired pointblank at the sow。
Lad was down again； and the sow；no longer in a squealing rush； but with a new cold deadliness；was gauging the distance to his exposed throat。 The first shot peppered her shoulder； the tiny pellets scarce scratching
