clawed each time, he trotted along by my side, and said nothing further until we reached home.
When Dandy had drank some milk, and gotten rested from his long walk, he felt better, and then invited Frisky to come and lie with him on the piazza.
"I'm awful glad to see you," said Frisky. "I ran right home to master, and tried to tell him about the growl-box; but he would not hear me, and gave me a licking, and tied me up in the barn. As soon as I got loose I ran right over to help you, but the man would not let me in."
"You did?" asked Dandy, more pleasantly than he had spoken before.
"Yes, honest," said Frisky; "but did you see the poor cats in the growl-box?" he asked.
"It wasn't a growl-box at all," said Dandy; "there wasn't a dog or a cat in it, but it was awful dark and scarey."
"Didn't you hear the terrible noise?" asked Frisky.
"Yes; but it was not cats or dogs; I guess it was a storm; I could hear the wind howl, and thunder," said Dandy; "but it wasn't a growl-box."
"Well, I'm glad to get you back," said Frisky, rubbing up, "and I am glad you are safe." And the friends lay down together for a sun-bath.
