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Show the malamute for the sound of the mayor's voice on the bandstand. It was too much for so proud a dog. In spite of the harness, in spite of the wagon and the eggs and Josh's shouts, with a deep roar the husky lurched after the cat. People scattered or were knocked aside as Chinook and the wagon went flying toward the bandstand. Before he could take a fira grip, Josh felt the rope whip from his hand. Shouting and pleading, he sprinted along trying to grab the knotted end. Behind him he could hear Mary Alice screaming for him to save her cat. At the steps to the bandstand the big malamute hardly slowed down. At full speed the wagon bounced up the steps toward the velvet table where the cat had taken momentary refuge. Eyes bulging, mouth gaping in horror, Mayor Okleberry gestured helplessly toward the gold as the dog and the wagon came hurtling toward him. The policemen stared, the detectives took a step backward. Seeing the onrashing doom, the cat leaped from the table to the mayor's shoulder, dug in his claws momentarily, and sailed over the heads of two city councilmen', bound for the safety of home. When the wagon hit the table leg, both wagon and table leg went flying. Eggs rained through the air. Screams and shouts and curses resounded through the town square of Jericho. The gold in its velvet case tumbled to the floor, egg-splattered. This brought the two policemen to their knees, hovering protectively over the gold. The two detectives glanced wildly about the crowd, as if expecting further attack. |
