Leroy began to bellow at this inhuman suggestion, and Mrs. Granger clasped him in her arms.
“Don’t cry, darling!” she sobbed. “Mother won’t let them hurt you!” And she looked at Captain MacGregor and Mr. Anderson with unutterable reproach.
They were silent for a time.
“Well, see here!” Anderson suggested. “If you could find the dog, and—keep it under observation for a few days—”
This idea appealed to the child.
“Sure!” he said. “I’ll find him, mom. You just let me alone, and I’ll find him for you, all right!”
“You said you couldn’t remember what the dog was like.”
“Yes, I know. But I remember the street where it was, an’ I’ll go back there to-morrow,” Leroy declared. “I could stay out o’ school jist in the mornin’ and jist—ferret it out. I got lots of clews. An’ I bet you—”
“I’ll go with you now,” said Anderson.
The agitated mother didn’t even thank him.