a chain. A boy walked at his side. To let such a man pass at such a moment would have been to fly in the face of providence, and I accosted him. He was readily conversable. Yes, he knew all about Alsatians, he bred them as a sideline to his work, and these two splendid young dogs who were trying to get at Tulip, had been reared by him. Craving his indulgence, I described my perplexities and requested his valuable advice. He studied Tulip with a beady eye.
âI wouldnât be surprised,â he then remarked darkly, âif sheâs a barren bitch.â
âBarren!â I cried. âHow can you tell?â
âAh, Iâm not laying it down, but thatâd be my guess. Too nervous and âighly strung for my liking. But if you showed me âer pedigree I could tell from that.â
âI havenât got it on me,â I said dejectedly.
âWell, you could fetch it along some other time. Any road, I reckon â
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wouldnât stand much chance with âer,â he continued, casting at Chum a disparaging glance. âToo young and flimsy, if you take my meaning. Now if it âadnât been a Sunday and so many people about and me âaving the young lad with me anâ all, I wouldnât âave minded unleashing one of me own dogs on âer, âere and now. Theyâd soon find out if she was a barren bitch or not!â
âBut isnât it too late in her season? It must be her fourteenth or fifteenth day.â
âSeeing as âow sheâs carrying on with that there mongrel,â he replied, âIâd say she could still be done. And if I was you, Iâd watch out!â
âTulip!â I said reproachfully.
We had been followed for some time by a small dog, one of those smooth, tight-skinned, busy and bouncing little creatures who, if dogs wore hats, would certainly have worn a bowler. He had attached himself to Tulip in very nearly the closest sense of the word, and was receiving from her all those marks of favor which she had declined to bestow upon Max or Chum. Indeed, she was clearly vastly amused by this artful little dodger, who was making repeated attempts to jump her, an ambition which I had already been pondering whether he was too small to achieve, and although she skipped her bottom from side to side when I admonished her, she was accepting from him, with an appearance of absent-mindedness, a shameful amount of familiarity. Our oracle observed all this with interest.
âAye,â said he, âI believe sheâd stand for that little bloke where she wouldnât stand for Chum; and if sheâd stand for â
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, she wouldnât get away from
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dogs once theyâd got a grip on âer.â
All this was extremely tantalizing.
âThere arenât really many people about,â I said. âCanât we go over into those bushes? No one would see us there.â
âIâm right sorry to disoblige you. Iâd âave been pleased to try; but I couldnât do that, not in front of the young lad.â Then, lowering his voice to a hoarse whisper, he asked: âDid you give âer a lead at all? You know, prompt âer, like? Thereâs ways of stimulating âem up.â
âVaseline?â I murmured.
âAh, you knew about that,â said our bruiser disappointedly, and turned to Mr. Plum. âYou can stimulate Chum up, too. Did you know? In case youâre thinking of putting them together again next time.â Chum had never seemed to me in need of stimulation, but Mr. Plum assumed a suitably vacant expression and shook his head. âThatâs a pity. Itâs simple, but itâs quite a tip. And I wouldnât âave minded demonstrating it on one of me own dogs, if it âadnât been for the presence of the young lad.â
I had by now conceived so intense a dislike for this sickly-faced youth who, with his yellow complexion and puffy eyes,