"Why, this young varmint has lost his dog and comes here after it, as cheeky as can be. We ain't got no dog except the happy family one in here as we've had for years, and that's a white one, as you can see for yourself." "Was yours white?" said the officer to Dick. "No, sir, black and tan. A boy told me he saw that girl pick him up and run off." "Best go and find the boy," said the policeman not unkindly, "then we'll see." "I'll make it hot for you, if you show your impudent face here again!" shouted the man, who was red with passion. He grew redder still as the officer asked quickly, "How did you know this dog was not white?" "They've got him, I know they have," Dick muttered as he turned away with a sob in his throat. "James Cross--that's the name on the show, and I'll follow them everywhere, till I get Pat back." But he went through all the Fair again, without finding any trace of the boy who had told him. Presently he saw the empty waggons drawn up in the side alley, and with fresh hope in his heart he hurried along. And in the last in the row "James Cross" was painted and, from somewhere within, there came a low, unhappy whine. Instantly Dick was at the door calling "Pat!" and whistling the familiar call, and this was answered by a storm of eager muffled barking. The locked door was shaken in vain, and there was no possible way of rescue there. But Dick rushed back to the middle of the Fair, and going at once to the friendly policeman cried, "I've found him! I've found him! He's locked up in their waggon down that side street. Oh, please make them come and let him out." "Is this true?" said the officer sternly to the showman, who had heard every word. "Have you got his dog?" "'Tisn't his, it's mine. The young rascal stole him from me and now wants to make out it's his own." "But you said just now you hadn't got another dog. When did he steal it?" "This morning, and I got him back, of course." "I didn't steal it, sir," cried Dick indignantly. "It's my very own. Come and hear how he barks when I call him." "Come and let him out at once," said the officer, "and we'll soon settle the ownership." "Can't leave the show," muttered the man angrily. "Oh, yes, you can. It isn't far, and this girl can manage without you!" The man sullenly got down and marched along most unwillingly with the officer and Dick, followed by an interested crowd. "Now open the door; there's a dog in there, undoubtedly. We shall know directly who's telling the truth." Two doors were unlocked, and then like a small whirlwind Pat scrambled out, rushed to Dick's feet and grovelled there in an ecstasy of joy. "Hum, considering you say this boy only stole him this morning, they've got uncommon fond of one another! Call him and see if he'll come to you." But the showman's wiles were in vain. Pat would not go near him. "Have you any witnesses to prove he's yours, my lad?"