"When do they present the cups?" she asked.
"Not until Saturday night, I believe," said the man. "I congratulate you both on——"
"In order to win his cup, Lad will have to stay in this—this inferno—for three days and nights longer?"
"Of course. All the dogs——"
"If he doesn't stay, he won't get the cup?"
"No. It would go to the Reserve, I suppose, or to——"
"Good!" declared the Mistress in relief. "Then he won't be defrauding anyone, and they can't rob him of his two ribbons because I have those."
"What do you mean?" asked the puzzled collie man.
But the Master understood—and approved.