“Me too,” agreed George heartily.

As they turned the corner into Second Avenue, a short distance from the Edwards cabin, an adventure befell them which was fully covered by Rule Seven of the “Rules and Regerlations” of their Order:  “To help thoes in Trubble.”  It came at the very end, just next the important one which forbade any hint of sharp practice in dog trading; and had been added after they had listened to the Woman’s story about King Arthur and his Knights.

“Just ‘cause it’s a dog man’s order we needn’t stop tryin’ t’ do things for people,” George had announced when Rule Seven was being considered.  And the others had felt, too, that their association with good dogs should make them more tolerant of human weakness and imperfection.

Down the street came a tiny Mother with a cherished doll-baby in its go-cart, out for an airing; and down the street, too, came Oolik Lomen, who had wandered away from his rug on the porch in search of diversion.  He had mislaid his rubber doll, there was nothing to play with, and he was decidedly bored; when his covetous eyes fell upon the golden-haired infant, whose waxen beauty was most tempting.

The piratical instinct that was, perhaps, an inheritance, took possession of him completely; and with a rush he overturned the carriage, grabbing its occupant, and dashing away full speed toward the Lomen home.

The shocked parent, seeing her child snatched from her loving care so ruthlessly, broke into cries of distress.  And the Wonder Workers, who were so solemnly pledged “To help thoes in Trubble,” unceremoniously bestowed their various bundles upon the Woman, and started in pursuit.

Baldy, who had been quietly following, also joined in the chase—­for he had watched the entire proceeding with disapproving eyes, and was only waiting for a little encouragement to help administer the punishment that Oolik so richly merited.

But that proud descendant of Viking Dogs, once behind his own fence, ostentatiously dragged the stolen one by a leg into a corner; and, seated in front of his victim, growled defiance in the very faces of the brave Knights who were attempting the rescue.

“George, you take the doll when I sic Baldy onto Oolik, and give it to the kid, an’ come back quick.  Believe me, it’s goin’ t’ be a scrap worth seem’ when those two dogs really get woke up to’ it.  I’ll bet Baldy is pretty keen in a row if he thinks he’s right; an’ even if Oolik is too good lookin’, you know Amundsen said his mother was the best dog he ever had, an’ that’s goin’ some for a man like him.”

Before the plans for the combat could be completed, however, Helen Lomen came out, overcome with regret for the tragedy, to lead Oolik into the house in disgrace.  She was anxious to make restitution for any damage; but a close examination revealed the fact that there was no wound that a bit of glue would not easily cure, and the only real hurt was that given to the feelings of insulted motherhood.