With a yelp Rusty tore frantically into the room.
A moment he stopped and barked. We all looked at him in surprise.
Then, as no one moved, he seemed to single out Kennedy. He seized
Craig's coat in his teeth and tried to drag him out.
"Here, Rusty--down, sir, down!" called Jennings.
"No, Jennings, no," interposed Craig. "What's the matter, old
fellow?"
Craig patted Rusty whose big brown eyes seemed mutely appealing.
Out of the doorway he went, barking still. Craig and I followed
while the rest stood in the vestibule.
Rusty was trying to lead Kennedy down the street!
"Wait here," called Kennedy to Aunt Josephine, as he stepped with
me on the running board of the cab. "Go on, Rusty, good dog!"
Rusty needed no urging. With an eager yelp he started off, still
barking, ahead of us, our car following. On we went, much to the
astonishment of those who were on the street at such an early
hour.
It seemed miles that we went, but at last we came to a peculiarly
deserted looking house. Here Rusty turned in and began scratching
at the door. We jumped off the cab and followed.
The door was locked when we tried and from inside we could get no
answer. We put our shoulders to it and burst it in. Rusty gave a
leap forward with a joyous bark.
We followed, more cautiously. There were pieces of armor strewn
all over the floor.
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