“Topaz, what is the matter?” he asked, and hurried along, thinking to find some park where he could sit down and try to discover what ailed his little playfellow.

As he began to hurry, the organ-grinder’s black eyes snapped, and he stopped playing and beckoned to a big officer of the law who stood near.

“My dog has been stolen,” he exclaimed.  “Come with me, after the thief.  I will pay you.”

The big man obeyed and walked along, grumbling:  “Is the city full of stolen dogs, I wonder?” he muttered.

“It is my dancing dog!” explained the organ-grinder.  “The boy yonder is carrying him in his arms and running away.  He will deny it, but I will pay you a silver coin.  It is a week since I lost him.”

“Stop, thief,” roared the officer, beginning to run.  The organ-grinder ran as well as he could with his heavy burden, and there began to be an excitement on the street, so that Gabriel, hugging his dog, stopped to see what was the matter.

What was his surprise to be confronted by the big officer and the black-eyed Italian.

“Drop that dog!” ordered the officer gruffly.

“Not till I get a string around his neck,” objected the organ-grinder, and produced a cord which he knotted about Topaz’s fluffy throat.  Then he pulled the dog away roughly.

“Is he yours?” cried Gabriel, eyes and mouth open in astonishment.  “No, it cannot be.  He is afraid of you.  Oh, see!”

“Ho, this boy has stolen my whole living,” said the organ-grinder, “and now he tries to claim my property.”

“Do not believe him!” cried Gabriel, appealing to the big officer.  “It cannot be his.  The dog loves me.  Let me show you.”

“Stand off, stand off,” ordered the organ-grinder, for a crowd had gathered.  “Would the dog dance for me if he were not mine?  See!” He drew from his coat a little whip and struck the organ with a snap, at which Topaz jumped.  Then he dropped the dog and began to grind, and the crowd saw the trembling animal raise itself to its hind legs and begin to dance.  Oh, the mincing little uncertain steps!  No tossing of the yellow curls was here.

Gabriel’s heart bounded hotly.  Did these people think they were seeing Topaz dance?

“Oh, believe me, let me show you!” he cried, trying to come near; but the big officer pushed him away roughly.

“Can you pay your debts?” he said, coming close to the organ-grinder.  The man stopped turning his crank and taking a silver coin handed it to the officer, but slyly, so that no one saw.  Then the big man turned to Gabriel.  “Now be off from here!” he said sternly.  “If you hang about a minute longer, into the lock-up you go!”

Gabriel, white and sorry, clasped his hands helplessly, and watched while the organ-grinder caught Topaz up under his arm and made off with him, down a side street.

The boy felt that he must pursue them.  He turned his tearful gaze on the big officer.  “I found that dog, sir,” he said.