The man’s reply was lost by the slamming of the door, but he sprang into the driver’s seat and the motor started.
Pep had not been allowed to follow the doctor’s car at home, but this was different. His master had gone off and left him. He had not dared even make himself known. For a second he hesitated, then fell in behind the motor and began a wild race for the wharf.
Such a bedlam he had not even dreamed of as that which filled his ears, once they were fairly out on Broadway. Machines whizzed by at every rod. He kept close to the taxi so as not be run down by some passing machine. Several times the taxi almost stopped and once the doctor shouted to the driver that they must hurry. Out and in they twisted, breaking many traffic rules, but always making sure and steady progress towards the wharf. At last they whizzed down into the great noisy thoroughfare leading to the waterway. Finally, the machine stopped. The driver snatched the suitcase and the doctor fairly ran after him as they hurried towards a strong gate that was constantly opening and closing with a loud bang.
Even before they reached it, Pep made up his mind that if his master got through without seeing him, he would lose him. So as the gate opened, he sprang upon the physician with a glad bark. The doctor turned and looked down at him.
Then Pep leaped full in his arms and planted a dog kiss on his cheek.
“For Heaven’s sake, Pep,” exclaimed the astonished physician. “Is that you? Where in the world did you drop from? I must find some one to take you back home.”
“You’ll have to hurry, mister,” shouted the taxi driver.
“What can I do with this dog?” cried the perplexed physician. “I don’t know how he ever got here, but I can’t leave him alone.”
“You are going to miss the boat. You can’t wait another minute.”
“Take him along. You can ship him back on the boat, or find some one to take care of him on the other side.”