He put his hand on Pete's shoulder and led him through the crowd out to the street.
"Master's car has gone," cried the dwarf, looking wildly up and down the street.
"I have taken care of it," said Ben quietly.
"But I must find it," declared Pete, beginning to shake.
Ben saw his abject terror.
"There's nothing to be afraid of, Pete, nothing any more," said Ben. "Do you want to see Miss Melody?"
"Oh, Master!" exclaimed the boy, looking up and meeting a kindly look.
"Then come with me. Let us hurry." Reaching the inn, Ben paid his bill while Pete's eyes roved about in all directions for his goddess.
Leading the boy out to the garage he bade him enter the machine. Even here Pete hesitated, his weight of terrifying responsibility still hanging over him.
"Master's car!" he gasped, looking imploringly up into Ben's face.