The flash of Tad's eyes was like that of Tom's own. "We'll see."
He went out the door, Tom close behind him.
It was a March night, with snow on the ground, but thawing. They were without overcoats, and bare-headed. A few motor cars were passing, but not many pedestrians.
"Run," Tom commanded.
He ran. They both ran. The distance being short, they were soon in Brattle Square. Tad stopped at a little shop, showing a faint light. There was too much in the way of window display to allow of the passer-by, who didn't give himself some trouble, to see anything within.
At first they heard nothing. Then came a whimpering, like that of a little dog, shut in and lonely, tired out with yelping. Putting his ear to the door, Tom heard a desolate, "Tam! Tam!" It was the only utterance.
"Here's the key! Unlock the door."
Tad did as he was bidden. Inside the "Tam! Tam!" ceased.
"Now go in, and say you're sorry."
As Tad hesitated Tom gave him a push. The door being now ajar the culprit went sprawling into the presence of his victim.