Then came the winter.One day I was standing a watch in the nursery.That is to say，I was asleep on the bed.The baby was asleep in the crib，which was alongside the bed，on the side next the fireplace.It was the kind of crib that has a lofty tent over it made of a gauzy stuff that you can see through.The nurse was out，and we two sleepers were alone.A spark from the wood-fire was shot out，and it lit on the slope of the tent.I supposed a quiet interval followed，then a scream from the baby woke me，and there was that tent flaming up toward the ceiling!Before I could think，I sprang to the floor in my fright，and in a second was half-way to the door；but in the next half-second my mother's farewell was sounding in my ears，and I was back on the bed again.I reached my head through the flames and dragged the baby out by the waist-band，and tugged it along，and we fell to the floor together in a cloud of smoke；I snatched a new hold，and dragged the screaming little creature along and out at the door and around the bend of the hall，and was still tugging away，all excited and happy and proud，when the master's voice shouted:
“Begone,you cursed beast!”and I jumped to save myself；but he was wonderfully quick，and chased me up，striking furiously at me with his cane，I dodging this way and that，in terror，and at last a strong blow fell upon my left foreleg，which made me shriek and fall，for the moment，helpless；the came went up for another blow，but never descended，for the nurse's voice rang wildly out，“The nursery's on fire!”and the master rushed away in that direction，and my other bones were saved.
The pain was cruel，but，no matter，I must not lose any time；he might come back at any moment；so I limped on three legs to the other end of the hall，where there was a dark little stairway leading up into a garret where old boxes and such things were kept，as I had heard say，and where people seldom went.I managed to climb up there，then I searched my way through the dark among the piles of things，and hid in the secretest place I could find.It was foolish to be afraid there，yet still I was；so afraid that I held in and hardly even whimpered，though it would have been such a comfort to whimper，because that eases the pain，you know.But I could lick my leg，and that did me some good.
For half an hour there was a commotion downstairs，and shoutings，and rushing footsteps，and then there was quiet again.Quiet for some minutes，and that was grateful to my spirit，for then my fears began to go down；and fears are worse than pains—oh，much worse.Then came a sound that froze me.They were calling me—calling me by names—hunting for me!
It was muffled by distance，but that could not take the terror out of it，and it was the most dreadful sound to me that I had ever heard.It went all about，everywhere，down there:along the halls，through all the rooms，in both stories，and in the basement and the cellar；then outside，and farther and farther away—then back，and all about the house again，and I thought it would never，never stop.But at last it did，hours and hours after the vague twilight of the garret had long ago been blotted out by black darkness.
Then in that blessed stillness my terrors fell little by little away，and I was at peace and slept.It was a good rest I had，but I woke before the twilight had come again.I was feeling fairly comfortable，and I could think out a plan now.I made a very good one；which was，to creep down，all the way down the back stairs，and hide behind the cellar door，and slip out and escape when the iceman came at dawn，while he was inside filling the refrigerator；then I would hide all day，and start on my journey when night came；my journey to—well，anywhere where they would not know me and betray me to the master.I was feeling almost cheerful now；then suddenly I thought:Why，what would life be without my puppy!
That was despair.There was no plan for me；I saw that；I must stay where I was；stay，and wait，and take what might come—it was not my affair；that was what life is—my mother had said it.Then—well，then the calling began again!All my sorrows came back.I said to myself，the master will never forgive.I did not know what I had done to make him so bitter and so unforgiving，yet I judged it was something a dog could not understand，but which was clear to a man and dreadful.
They called and called—days and nights，it seemed to me.So long that the hunger and thirst near drove me mad，and I recognized that I was getting very weak.When you are this way you sleep a great deal，and I did.Once I woke in an awful fright—it seemed to me that the calling was right there in the garret!And so it was:it was Sadie's voice，and she was crying；my name was falling from her lips all broken，poor thing，and I could not believe my ears for the joy of it when I heard her say:
“Come back to us—oh，come back to us，and forgive—it is all so sad without our—”
I broke in with such a grateful little yelp，and the next moment Sadie was plunging and stumbling through the darkness and the lumber and shouting for the family to hear，“She's found，she's found!”
