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ROWDY AND HIS NEW PAL
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friend from next door, who burst into the kitchen, looking frightened and excited.
' ' Me sausages is gone ! ' ' she exclaimed.
"Gone?" echoed Nora.
"Yis, gone! Sure, the neighborhood must be bewitched. I took the sausages from the b'y and laid thim down at the door for a half a minute, while I was gettin' some clothes from the line. Whin I turned around, not a sausage was there, at all, at all ! Now, who iver could have got away wid 'em in that space of time ? ' '
"It's time for Tim Donlon to be on this beat, ' ' suggested Nora. ' ' Let 's go out and tell him about it."
They found Tim Donlon, not far from the front door, and he listened in half-incredulous surprise.
"I've been walkin' up and down here for the last hour," he declared, "and I've seen nothin' suspicious."
"That's not strange," retorted Nora, scathingly, "the police never do see nothin' suspicious! The question is, "What 's to be done now ? Are we to have our dinner stole from the back of the house every day, while the police walk up and down in front, doin' nothin' but look imposin'?"
Before the indignant officer could frame a proper retort to this remark, a little girl ran up to him, pulling breathlessly at his arm.
' ' Oh, do come with me!" she begged. " I 've found such a dreadful thing!"
"What's the matter?" they chorused.
"I was coming from school and I saw a dog with a paper of sausages in his mouth. I knew he had stolen them, and I followed him. He went down Lane's alley, into an old shack, and I went and peeped in. It's a horrid place, hardly a speck of furniture, and a bed of old rags on the floor, and there's a boy on the bed. He is throwing his arms around and acts crazy. I didn't dare go further than the door. Do come and see what's the matter."
"That's the thief!" exclaimed Donlon. "You girls come along with
me. If there's a sick boy, you'll be a help. It's only around the corner."
Around the corner they all went, down the alley, into the little room where Pietro lay. He was too ill even to notice them, but Rowdy, on guard, ran forward with a sharp little bark of greeting. Then he ran back to his master's side and turned, looking at the visitors anxiously, as if to say, "You see, you are needed; I've done all I can."
"Fer the love of Hivin' !" breathed Donlon, "will ye see what the little baste has been adoin ' ! "
Ranged by the bed, where Pietro lay moaning, were two loaves of bread, a bottle of milk and the sausages.
"He's brought them all home to the boy!" exclaimed Nora, "and he's never touched a bite himself — and then some folks say a dog has no sense ! ' '
Her eyes were full of tears as she bent over the boy, petting Rowdy meanwhile with one hand. The dog regarded her with anxious eyes as she turned to the policeman.
"He must go to the hospital," she
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