He padded out on to the drive, and immediately another stone came rattling, this time a little nearer to the gate. Then he saw something white bobbing about near the foot of the wall, as Mitter jigged a ball of rolled up newspaper at the end of a piece of string.
He accelerated his pace, and with a snappy bark made a vicious plunge at the paper, but it just eluded him as it was drawn up quickly over the wall. Then, as he was growling deeply, a piece of meat fell right under his nose. He stopped growling to sniff hard, and then, no further noises ensuing, and there being no reappearance of the roll of paper, after well nosing the piece of meat for a few more seconds, he picked it up, champed his jaws half a dozen times, and swallowed it.
“No, no, my good dog,” murmured Mitter, as he start
