“I shall keep on the run
Till the journey is done.
I shall not once stop
Until I just drop
On Master Dick’s bed
In the small cottage red.”
Ready felt wonderfully proud of himself to have made up this verse, and decided to have it published some day in the Dog Biscuit Weekly, which was considered the very best dog magazine.
Suddenly there was a rustle in the bushes, and an enormous black dog appeared. He was not a pleasant dog to look at or talk to. Any dog of good standing could feel that at once.
He went up to Ready and said, “Come with me, and your fortune is made.”
Ready did not even slow up as he answered coldly, “I have no time to make my fortune. I must get to my Master Dick to-night.”