imes behind it, and, once in a while, away
up ahead, as if he were looking to see that the road was safe.

After a bit the dog came back to the automobile, and walked along so
slowly, with his red tongue hanging out, that Sue said:

"Oh, poor Splash must be tired! Let's give him a ride, Mother!"

"All right. Call him up here."

"Come on, Splash!" called Bunny and Sue, for they each owned half the
dog. They had pretended to divide him down the middle, so each one
might have part of the wagging tail, and part of the barking head. It
was more fun owning a dog that way.

Up jumped Splash into the back of the auto-moving van. He stretched out
on a roll of carpet that was to be spread over the board floor of the
big tent, and went to sleep. But first Bunny had given him some sweet
crackers to eat. Splash was very fond of these crackers.

The automobile was going down hill now, and when it reached the bottom
it came to a stop again.

"What's the matter now?" asked Mother Brown. "Does the auto want another
drink?"

"No, not just now," answered daddy. "Something has happened this time."

"Oh, I hope nothing is broken!" said Mrs. Brown.

"Not with us," answered her husband. "But there is an automobile just
ahead of us that seems to be in trouble. They are stuck in the mud, I
think."

Bunny Brown and his sister Sue, their mother, Uncle Tad and even Splash
got out to see what the matter was. I don't really believe Splash cared
what had happened, but he always went where Bunny and Sue went, and when
he saw them go this time he went with them.

Walking up toward the front part of the big automobile, where Bunker
Blue and Daddy Brown sat, Mrs. Brown, Uncle Tad and the children saw,
just ahead, a small automobile, off to one side of the road. The wheels
were away down in the soft mud, and a man at the steering wheel was
trying to make the car move up onto the hard road, but he could not do
it.

"You seem to be in trouble," said Daddy Brown. There were two ladies out
on the road, watching the man trying to start the car.

"I am in trouble," said the man down in the mud. "I turned off the road
to pass a hay wagon, but I did not think the mud was so soft down here,
or I never would have done it. Now I am stuck and I can't seem to get
out."

"Perhaps I can help you," said Daddy Brown. "I have a very strong
automobile here. I'll go on ahead, keeping to the road, and I'll tie a
rope to your car, and fasten the other end to