It was at this point that Columbus, who had been sitting a little apart with his back turned, got up, shook himself vigorously as if to give warning of his approach, and went to Juliet. He set his paws against her with a loud pathetic yawn. She bent over him. "Oh, poor Columbus! He's so bored! Do you want to go home, my Christopher?" "Poor chap!" said Dick. "It is rather hard to be dragged away on someone else's honeymoon whether you want to or not. Had enough of it, eh? Think it's high time we took the missis home?" Columbus snuffled into his hand, and wagged himself from the tail upwards. Juliet put her arms round him and kissed him. "Dear old fellow, of course he does! He thinks we are just the silliest people alive. Perhaps--from some points of view--we are." Columbus said nothing, but he surveyed them both with a look of twinkling humour, and then smothered a laugh with a sneeze. THE END End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Obstacle Race, by Ethel M. Dell