"We don't want any breakfast if she 'ain't got the little boy. You
come on!"

Keno came; so did Tintoretto. The three went down the slope as the sun
looked over the rim of the mountains. The chill and crispness of the
air seemed a part of those early rays of light.

In sight of the home of Doc and Miss Dennihan, they paused and stepped
behind a fence, for the door of the neat little house was open and the
lady herself was sweeping off the steps, with the briskness inseparable
from her character.

She presently disappeared, but the door, to Jim's relief, was left
standing open. He proceeded boldly on his course.

"Now, I'll stay outside and hold the pup," said Keno.

"If anything goes wrong, you let the pup go loose," instructed Jim.
"He might distract her attention."

Thereupon he went in at the creaking little garden gate, and, leaving
it open, knocked on the door and entered the house. He had hardly more
than come within the room when Miss Doc appeared from her kitchen.

"Mercy in us, if you ain't up before your breakfast!" she said.
"Whatever do you want in my house at this time of mornin', you Jim
lazy-joints?"

"You know what I came for," said Jim. "I want my little boy."