big pine? You take Silversheene and wait in the road there, and I will go back to the house and tell them to pick you up."
"All right," said the young man. "I am mighty glad to have met you and I am awfully sorry to rob you of your dog. I will take good care of him."
"Go, Silversheene," said the girl between her sobs as the dog hung back and growled softly and whined. His mistress finally had to pick up a stick and pretend to strike him before he would go along, but even so he looked back over his shoulder all the way. The last she saw of him he was disappearing behind a thicket and still looking back.
"When you get him safe in the automobile, honk three times," she called to the young man as they disappeared.
"All right," he called back cheerily. "Good-bye and good luck. Give my regards to Mike Fogarty when he comes."
The girl hurried back to the farmhouse and gave the message to the impatient party
