She pleaded with him. There was her money. Maybe he would take it now.
But Jim's face was set. "He turned you down once, gal. He'll never have another chance!"
She brought him his hat, her face white.
"Come on, old man," he said, and started for the door.
But Prince hung back, ears drooped, eyes pleading.
"Come on, sir!"
He pretended not to understand. He sat down on his haunches. He lay down humbly on the floor, head between his paws, tail dragging contritely across the rag rug. He showed decided symptoms of an intention to crawl under the bed, and Jim started grimly toward him. Then it was that Mary saw.
"Hold on, Jim! What's this on him?"
She was down on the floor with the dog. She jerked something off his collar.
"Light the lamp, Jim!" she cried.