" Where ? "
" There ! It moved again."
They dived down to investigate. It was not a rat. It was Toto—Toto, most minute of minute toy dogs. Toto, jaunty, abandoned and debauched-looking, making his rollicking way homewards through the ditch after his night oui.
Ginger held it up by the scruff of its neck.
" It's a dog," he said doubtfully.
Toto leered at them and emitted a sound like a snigger.
It's got a name on its collar," said William. " See what it is."
Ginger read it out.
" It's the house jus' up the hill," he said. " P'raps it's that woman that was carryin' on at tea."
And it was. It was a large, rich-looking house with a large, rich-looking garden and a large, rich-looking door was opened by a large, rich-looking butler, and the Outlaws were shown into a large, rich-looking room. The lady was there still wearing the red hat. She had just come in. She screamed when she saw Toto, and then, holding him to her breast, went into hysterics, till Toto brought her out of them by biting her ear.
Then she held out both hands to the Outlaws.
" My dear, dear boys ! " she said and kissed them. They blushed with shame to their very souls.
Then she went to a writing-table and brought them a sheet of paper on which something was written.
" Read that! " she said dramatically.
But the writing was so wild that they couldn't read anything but the word " Reward." Then she took an envelope and thrust it into their hands. On it was written " For Toto's Finder."
" I've had it ready and waiting," she said, " ever since I sent that notice to the papers, and it's yours by right, dear boys. Yours by right. Toto is worth hundreds of pounds to anyone but to me he's worth