His own whistling had ceased, and though he listened closely he could not hear Luigi's organ or any sound whatever. The truth was that the way seemed endless from the entrance to the house upon the terrace; and that having reached it at last, both Luigi and Glory were dismayed by the magnitude of the mansion and confused by its apparently countless doorways. Before which they should take their stand, required time to decide; but unobserved, they finally settled this point. Luigi rested his instrument upon its pole, loosed Jocko to his gambols, and tuned up. The strains which most ears would have found harsh and discordant sounded pleasantly enough to the listening Timothy, who nodded his head complacently, wishing and thinking: "Now he's off! May he keep at it till he wheedles not only the pence but the dollars out the pockets o' them that hears! 'Twill take dollars more'n one to keep Glory on her long road, safe and fed, and----Bless us! What's that?" What, indeed, but the wildest sort of uproar, in which angry voices, the barking of dogs, the screams of frightened women drowning the feeble tones of "Oft in the Stilly Night," sent Timothy to his feet and his feet to speeding, not over the graveled driveway, but straight across the shaven lawn, where passage was forbidden. But no "Keep off the grass" signs deterred him, as he remembered now, too late, all that he had heard of the ferocity of the Broadacre dogs which its master kept for just such occasions as this. "Bloodhounds! And they've loosed them! Oh, me darlin' colleen! Ill to me that I let ye go wanderin' thus with that miserable Eyetalian! But I'm comin'! Tim's comin'!" he yelled, adding his own part to the wild chorus above. He reached the broad paved space before the great door none too soon, and though, ordinarily, he would have given the yelping hounds a very wide berth, he did not hesitate now. Huddled together in a group, with the frantic animals bounding and barking all around them, though as yet not touching them, stood the terrified Luigi and his friends; realizing what vagrancy means in this "land of the free," and how even to earn an honest living one should never dare to "trespass." But even as Timothy forced his stalwart frame between the children and the dogs, the great door opened and a white-haired gentleman came hurrying out. Thrusting a silver whistle to his lips he blew upon it shrilly, and almost instantly the uproar ceased, and the three hounds sprang to his side, fawning upon him, eager for his commendation. Instead of praise, however, they were given the word of command and crouched beside him, licking their jaws and expectant, seemingly, of a further order to pounce upon the intruders. "Who loosed the dogs?" demanded the gentleman, in a clear-ringing, indignant tone.