I see her."
"What was she like?" cried Dick eagerly, "and which way did she go?"
"Down the Market Place, and she was belonging to one of the shows. She
was bigger'n you, and she had a yellow scarf on and eardrops."
The girl on the caravan whose master had wanted Pat! Dick had the clue
now, but how could he recover his treasure?
Shutting his eyes for a moment he prayed to his Heavenly Father for
help, and then began another tour of the shows.
There were dogs in plenty, ugly and lean-looking curs lying on the
straw under the waggons or loafing around the shops in search of
plunder, but none at all like Pat.
Again and again as he passed he called and whistled, but there was no
answering bark. Suddenly he saw the girl just inside a gaily painted
show while her father stood on the steps and called out, "Walk up,
ladies and gentlemen! Walk up and see the smallest dwarf in the world
with his performing happy family, dogs and cats and birds, all living
together. Only 2d., for the greatest wonder of the age."
Without a moment's hesitation, Dick ran forward and said to the girl,
"What have you done with my dog? Please let me have him back at once!"
"Your dog," she said with a toss of her head that set the earrings
dancing. "I like your impudence.
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