he ordered the constable in charge, and the mysterious man, as mysterious as ever, was led away.
"I'd like to ask one favor," he declared, halting a minute.
"You can ask, but I don't know as we'll grant it," spoke the squire.
"I've left a dog up in the old cabin," the man went on. "I guess you know the place," he said to Sandy. "It's the cabin where the girls took shelter from the rain. There's a dog tied there and he might starve to death. I wish you'd feed him."
"I'll do that," responded Sandy, quickly. "I'll look after him, too. He's entitled to some consideration, even if you ain't."
The man said nothing.
"Is it your dog?" asked the squire.
"I—I found him," answered the man, hesitatingly, "and he likes me. I wouldn't want to see him starve."
"He shan't!" promised Sandy.
Then, as the queer character was locked up, Sandy started back for Oak Farm, puzzling over the mysterious man and his object.
