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pen. It was Emily! She’d come for him at last! The miserable tone of his barking changed to delight.
    “Right, we’re going home, now!” Dad snapped. “This is ridiculous. What if the people who live here come out and see you upsetting their dogs?” He took both their hands and started to walk back to the street. “Emily, I’m sorry, but this has to stop. Come on.”
    No! They were going! Sam scrabbled against the wooden shed with his claws, fighting to get out and chase after them. How could they leave him now when they were so close?
    “Dad, it really does sound like Sam,” Emily said desperately, pulling back. “Please! Listen, don’t you think it could be him?”
    “It is Sam!” Jack put in crossly. “You’re not listening to me. I told you it was.” He wrenched his hand out ofDad’s and shot back to the fence. “Just listen.” He started to sing loudly, “Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream… Come on, Sam!”
    And from the other side of the fence, Sam joined in gladly, “Ruff, ruff, ruff-ruff -ruff!”

    “It is! It is him! Oh, Dad, we’ve found him.” Emily flung her arms round her dad and hugged him, then she ran to join Jack by the fence. “Sam, it’s me! We’re going to get you out!” Then she hugged Jack and lifted him off the ground.
    Dad was looking at the fence as though it had just exploded. “I don’t believe it,” he muttered. “Emily, I’m so sorry, I should have listened to you before. That has to be Sam, it just has to be.” He shook his head in amazement. “OK, well, we’d better see what we can do. We can’t exactly walk up to the front door and ask for him back.”
    Emily looked up at him worriedly. “What are you going to do?”
    Dad smiled down at her. “It’s allright. We’ll get him out. We just need some help, that’s all. I’m going to call Mum and get her to call the policeman who was in charge of the dog-napping case. I wouldn’t be surprised if those other dogs we can hear were stolen too.”

    Ten minutes later, a police car drew up outside the house, and Emily and Jack ran to meet it. “Can you get them out? Please?” Emily gasped.
    “Hey, stop! You! Come back!” Dad was still standing in the alley by the fence, and he waved at the policeman. “Look, there are people climbing over the back fence!”
    He was right. The dog-nappers had seen the police car arrive and were trying to get away, struggling over the fence that led into another garden.
    The policeman got on his radio at once, calling for backup to come and chase after them. “Well, they’ve definitely done something they don’t want to be caught for,” he said. “So, how did you end up here?” he asked Dad curiously.
    “Emily.” Dad gave a sort of resigned shrug. “She wouldn’t give up, and I have to admit, she was right.”
    “Me too!” Jack shouted indignantly.
    “Well, we had our suspicions about these people. They’ve been trying to sell puppies to a pet shop not far from here. But you beat us to it,” thepoliceman said, grinning. “I’ve got a search warrant for this house. Know what that means?” he asked Emily.
    Emily shook her head.
    “It means I can go in and look around. I think we should start just about here, don’t you?” he asked, walking up to the rickety old gate at one end of the fence. He picked up an old brick that was lying on the path, and broke the lock. “Back in a minute,” he said.
    Emily could hear the barking from inside the garden getting louder and louder. She was sure the dogs knew they were about to be rescued. “You remember Sam, don’t you?” she asked anxiously, pulling a photo out of her pocket. She’d been carrying it around with her all week, and it was bentand grubby, but Sam was still unmistakeable.
    “Don’t worry,” the policeman assured her. “I’ll get him for you. Not that you need much help!”
    Emily and Jack stood by the gate, craning their necks to see into the garden. There was a big old shed