Before Mattia could reply the ugly little animal had jumped on me, licking me furiously and whining.
"It's Capi; we dyed him!" cried Mattia, laughing.
"Dyed him? Why?"
"So that he wouldn't be recognized. Now Bob wants to make you more comfortable."
While Bob and Mattia were making me comfortable I asked them where we were going.
"To Little Hampton," said Mattia, "where Bob's brother has a boat that goes over to France to fetch butter and eggs from Normandy. We owe everything to Bob. What could a poor little wretch like me have done alone? It was Bob's idea that you jump from the train."
"And Capi? Who's idea was it to get him?"
"Mine. But it was Bob's to paint him yellow so that he wouldn't be recognized after we stole him from Policeman Jerry. The judge called Jerry 'intelligent'; he wasn't so very intelligent to let us get Capi away. True, Capi smelled me and almost got off alone. Bob knows the tricks of dog thieves."
"And your foot?"
"Better, or almost better. I haven't had time to think of it."
Night was falling. We had still a long distance to go.
"Are you afraid?" asked Mattia, as I lay there in silence.
"No, not afraid," I answered, "for I don't think
