ning around the smoke-house, barking more loudly than before.
Just then Bunny Brown thought of something. He pulled at his father's coat and whispered to him:
"Oh, Daddy! Maybe Tom Vine is shut up in there—shut up in the smoke-house!"
Mr. Brown looked first at Bunny and then at the strange little house which had no windows. The door of it was tightly shut.
"That's so, Bunny," said Mr. Brown. "Perhaps Tom is in there. That would make Splash bark, for he knows where Tom is." Mr. Brown thought as Bunny did, that Mr. Trimble might have caught Tom, and locked him up in the dark smoke-house.
"Oh, Daddy! Do you s'pose Tom's in there?" asked Sue in a whisper, for she had heard what Bunny had whispered.
Daddy Brown nodded his head. He walked up to Mr. Trimble and said:
"Now look here! There's something in that smoke-house, and I want to see what it is. Our dog knows there's something there, and I'm pretty sure of it myself."