I don’t believe they’d turn them away,€ he said. But, Colonel, I could never get the whole lot of them to London.€

Not as they are, of course. Every dog jack of them has to be trained. They must learn to march, to obey orders I may teach the bigger ones how to forage.€

I wouldn’t mind learning that myself,€ said Pongo.

Splendid! Now how about trying your mouth at carrying this pail? That’s a trick you ought to learn. No, no hold your head farther out. Then the pail won’t bang into your chest. Excellent!€

Pongo found that he could carry the bucket of water quite easily. His spirits were rising now. With this wonderful old Colonel to help him, he would rescue every puppy. He set the bucket down in the Folly.

You’re looking better,€ said the Colonel. You may be able to sleep now. There’s nothing more you and your lady can do until it’s dark. Then you shall meet your family. Meanwhile, I’ll send in word that you’ve arrived.€

Something was puzzling Pongo. Colonel, why did Cruella steal so many Dalmatians? She can’t want more than one Dalmatian fur coat?

The Sheepdog looked astonished. Surely you know her husband’s a furrier? I understand she only married him for his furs.

So that was it! Pongo had forgotten. But if the de Vils planned to sell Dalmatian coats to the public, then Hell Hall was nothing less than a Dalmatian fur farm and no Dalmatian would ever be safe again unless Cruella’s career came to an end. I must cope with that when I get back to London,€ thought Pongo grimly as he mounted the stairs.

He found Missis stretched out on the bare boards by the window. She had watched until the puppies had all gone in, then toppled into sleep. He pulled straw around her and lay down very close, to keep her warm. She did not stir. His last waking thoughts were humble ones. He had expected the Sheepdog to be some doddering old country gaffer. How much now depended on this shrewd, kind old soldier!

It was dark when the Colonel woke them.

All still well with the pups, but no news of any other parents over the Twilight Barking. I sent word of your safe arrival, and good wishes to you came pouring in. All Dogdom awaits news from this quiet village. I’ve said you’ll bark a few words yourself when you’re fully rested.€

Willingly,€ said Pongo.

Now down we go to dinner,€ said the Colonel.