to stay until morning. But what are you doing out here?"
"Looking for Grit," and then Dick told about the theft of his dog. "I don't s'pose you've seen anything of him, have you?"
"Where did you say that letter came from?" asked Henry, showing some excitement.
"Leonardville. That's where I'm headed for. Why?"
"Then I saw your dog!" exclaimed Henry.
"Where?" asked Dick, excitedly.
"I was driving along last night," went on the young representative of the old metal concern, "and, just before I had my breakdown, I saw a wagon pass me. I looked in the back and saw something covered with a blanket. It was moving, and I wondered what it could be when I heard a dog bark. I thought it was rather funny to cover a dog up that way on a hot day. One of the men leaned back, and, when it barked, he hit the dog with a whip."
"Poor Grit!" murmured Dick. "Wait till I get hold of those fellows. Where did they go, Henry?"
"I'll tell you. I was thinking that was a pretty mean way to treat a dog, but I never thought they might have stolen him, and were trying to keep him hid. I watched their wagon until it was out of sight and then—"
"Did you lose sight of them?" broke in Dick.
"I went on a little farther," continued Henry,
