"Oh, yes, ma'am--at least only Pat and me. He is my little dog, you
know."
Then with sudden recollection he turned hurriedly and looked for his
faithful follower. But there was no Pat in sight, and flushing
painfully, he cried, "Oh, he's left behind. I must run back at once,
or he'll be lost in the fair."
And scarcely waiting to lift his old cap to the ladies, he darted back
towards the town. Thrusting the new half-crown deep into his pocket,
he sped on, calling Pat and whistling for him in vain.
"Maybe he dropped asleep from tiredness, and I'll find him by the steps
again."
But there was no trace of the little dog there, and Dick felt very
unlike Lionheart as he searched for his lost companion, and asked all
the passers by if they had seen him. But all the people seemed intent
on their own pleasure, and for an hour Dick walked up and down without
any tidings of Pat.
Then a mischievous looking urchin playing marbles looked up as Dick
passed and said mysteriously, "I know about your dog, but I shan't tell
for nothing. Give me a penny, for a ride on the gallopin' horses."
Dick put a penny into the grimy hand, and the boy said in a loud
whisper, "A girl had him while you was holding the horse--'ticed him
off with a piece of meat.
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