"You were trying to do us a good turn?" gasped Dick wonderingly.
"Yes—-but it will be the last time, unless you call this dog off," snarled young Ripley.
Perhaps it is hardly necessary to say that not one in the party believed Fred's extraordinary story.
"Hazelton, get this dog of yours away, or I'll go to court and secure an order to have the beast shot!" snapped young Ripley.
But at this moment another voice was heard calling from the roadway:
"Fred! Fred! Are you there?"
It was Squire Ripley's voice, though the lawyer himself could not be seen as yet.
"Yes, sir; your son is here," Dick answered. "Come and see just how he is here!"
"Get your dog off quickly, Hazelton!" urged Fred.
But Harry, at a slight sign from Dick, didn't stir or open his mouth to call off his dog.