Gabriel, with his head out of his stall door, eyed the girl searchingly; and looking up suddenly, Mabel caught his eye and smiled. Gabriel’s ears twitched, and he didn’t seem half as ferocious as usual.
“Strange,” mused Mabel. “He never let me get that close to him before.”
At that moment the door behind her slammed with a bang. Turning quickly Mabel started back with a cry. She was face to face with Jones.
“So,” said Jones with a sneering smile, “we meet again! Now you listen to me, and do as I say. I haven’t much time and I don’t want to waste any. You get out of here just as fast as you can. Do you hear?”
Mabel made no reply, but backed toward Gabriel’s stall. Jones took a step forward.
“Do you hear me?” he cried angrily.
Mabel was badly frightened, but tried not to show it.
Raising her hand, she pointed to the door.
“Leave here at once,” she commanded. “Mr. Willing will be back here in a few minutes and he will attend to you.”
Jones smiled again.