his head quickly, and made a grab for one of Splash's paws. The dog howled, and ran down the hill.
"There!" exclaimed Mr. Brown. "Now I guess you'll leave the woodchucks alone, Splash."
"Oh, is Splash hurt?" asked Bunny, for the dog was running along on three legs, holding the other up off the ground.
"Oh, I guess he isn't hurt much," Mr. Brown said. "Come here. Splash, until I look at your foot."
Splash limped up. He was not badly bitten. The woodchuck had just pinched him to drive him away. Splash looked at the hole and barked. But he did not offer to go near it again. So the old lady, or old gentleman, ground-hog—whichever it was—with the little ones, was left safe in the burrow on the side of the hill.
Mr. Brown, Bunny, Sue and Splash went on to the village. They bought the things Mother Brown wanted and then started for camp again. Nothing much happened on the way back. Mrs. Brown was told of the visit
