I meekly promised to obey.
And I did obey—for a few times. But Rex didn’t like the muzzle， and neither did I； so we decided to take a chance. Everything was lovely for a while， and then we struck a snag. Rex and I raced over the brow of a hill one afternoon and there， suddenly—to my dismay I saw the majesty of the law， astride a bay horse. Rex was out in front， heading straight for the officer.
I was in for it. I knew it. So I didn’t wait until the policeman started talking. I beat him to it. I said：“Officer， you’ve caught me red-handed. I’m guilty. I have no alibis， no excuses. You warned me last week that if I brought the dog out here again without a muzzle you would fine me.”