Just before they started, Juliet unfastened the barn door and freed
nineteen starving dogs, all in collars suited to the general colour
scheme of the automobile, and bearing the initials: "C. T." When they
sniffed the grateful odour borne on the warm June wind, they plunged
after the machine with howls and yelps of delight. Only Minerva remained
behind, having five new puppies to care for.
"Oh, Romie, Romie!" shouted Juliet, in ecstasy. "They're coming! See!"
Romeo looked back for the fraction of an instant, saw that they were,
indeed, "coming," and then discovered that he had lost control of the
machine. "Sit tight," he said, to Juliet, between clenched teeth.
"I am," she screamed, gleefully. "Oh, Romie, if uncle could only see us
now!"
"Uncle's likely to see us very soon," retorted Romeo grimly, "unless I
can keep her on the road."
But Juliet was absorbed in the joy of the moment and did not hear. A
cloud of dust, through which gleamed brass and red, appeared on the road
ahead of them, having rounded the curve at high speed. At the same
instant, Allison saw just beyond him, the screaming fantasy of colour
and sound.
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