Sandy laughed. “Go on, you sissy. His tail is wagging. That means he wants to be friends.”
“You know that, and I know that,” said Jerry, edging backward, “but does he know that?”
“That Black Titan,” Charley said. “Lead dog. Best husky in all the North.”
As the big dog nuzzled against his leg, Sandy leaned down and stroked his broad, glossy head. “Nice feller. Good boy.... Hey, where did you get that lump on your skull, Titan?”
“He save professor’s life,” Charley declared without emotion. “Bad man hit him on head with club.”
“Bad man! When?” the boys exclaimed in a chorus.
“Five, six nights back. Titan hear prowler. Jump over fence. Man open window, climb into professor’s room, choke professor. Titan jump through window, save him.”
“What happened to the burglar? Did they catch him?” Sandy asked excitedly.
“No. He club Titan, dive through window into snow. Get away with dog team.”
“Gee,” Jerry said. “Even up here they got characters like that. Only instead of a getaway car, they use dog sleds.”