And the man shrank from the menace. One hand crept back
instinctively toward his hip pocket.
Link saw the purely involuntary gesture, and he shook in his
boots. It was thus a Hampton constable had once reached back when
a stray cur snapped at him. And that constable had completed the
movement by drawing a pistol and shooting the cur. Perhaps this
non-uniformed stranger meant to do the same thing.
"Hold on!" begged Link, intervening between the man and the dog.
"I'll go along with you peaceful. Quit, Chum! It's all right!"
The dog still looked undecided. He did not like this new note in
his god's voice. But he obeyed the injunction, and fell into step
at Link's side as usual. Ferris suffered himself to be piloted,
unresisting, through the tattered remnant of the crowd and up the
clubhouse steps.
There his conductor led him through the sacred portals and down a
wide hallway to the door of a committee room. Throwing open the
door, he ushered in his captive and the dog, entering behind them
and reclosing the heavy door.
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