"It is nothing serious—her shoulder bruised a little," said the doctor.
"Thank Heaven!" breathed Raymond Owen with well feigned emotion.
CHAPTER XIX
OWEN OFFERS A REWARD
Cries of delight coming, in the voice of Pauline, from the direction of the garage made Harry lay down his newspaper and go forth to investigate.
As he approached he saw Bemis and Lucille's coachman lifting a crate from a carriage. From within the crate came the whimpering barks of an imprisoned bull terrier.
"Oh, isn't he dear?" cried Pauline turning to Harry.
"I don't know, I haven't yet made his acquaintance. Where did he come from?"
"Lucille sent him to me. Johnson just brought him over. Hurry, Bemis, and let him out. The poor darling!"
"Is that what is called puppy love?" inquired Harry.