not stray away from the stable. He was nowhere in sight, and Dick at once became worried.
"Sure, Master Dick," went on the groom. "About an hour ago a youngish chap came here and said you'd sent him for Grit."
"And you let him take him?"
"Why, sure, I thought you'd sent for him, as you did once."
"Yes, but then I sent a note, Peters."
"That's so, but the young man had Grit's leash, sir; and, though the dog was inclined to be a bit ugly, he seemed to know the leash and went along after a bit."
"What sort of a man got him?" asked Dick, quietly, though he was much excited over what seemed to be the theft of his pet.
"A young man, not very nice-looking. Master Dick, and smelling very strong of the stables. In fact, that's what made Grit finally take to him. Grit's very fond of horses and stables, sir. He'll let almost anyone come near him as long as they've been around a barn."
"That's so. Did the man say anything, or give any name?"
"No. He just said you were going for a walk and wanted Grit to go 'long. Said you was too busy to come and had sent the leash so's he'd have no trouble. He didn't have—that is, not very much—barring that Grit wanted to get hold of his leg first. But when the dog had sniffed at the leash, probably knowin' it came from you, he
