e Dix with us,
would it?"

"What do you mean?" asked his mother.

"I mean Dix wouldn't eat much more than Splash, would he?"

"Oh, I guess if it comes to feeding dogs, two come about as cheaply as
one," said Mr. Brown with a laugh. "But what's the idea, Bunny?"

"Well, I'd like to have Dix come along with us then. It will save time
now in taking him back."

"Yes, it will do _that_," said Mr. Brown. "And it's quite a way back
home this time."

"And Splash will have company to play with all the while," went on
Bunny. "Two dogs are happier than one, aren't they?" he asked. "If two
dogs eat more than one then two must be happier than one."

"It's a new way of looking at it, but I guess it may be true," laughed
Mrs. Brown. "But are you doing all this talking, Bunny, just to have
company for Splash?"

"No indeedy I'm not!" exclaimed Bunny. "I haven't 'splained it all."

"What else is there?" asked Mr. Brown, laughing.

"Well, if Mr. Ward will let us take Dix along--and you can find out
about that over the telephone--then maybe we can find Fred."

For a moment no one spoke after Bunny had announced his plan. His father
and mother looked sharply at him, and so did Sue and Uncle Tad.

"How can Dix find Fred?" asked Sue.

"'Cause didn't the bloodhounds find the runaway slaves in Uncle Tom's
Cabin?" demanded Bunny.

"Yes," answered Sue. "I 'member that."

"Well then, won't Dix find Fred the same way?" went on Bunny. "He can
smell his tracks along the road and we'll find that runaway boy a lot
quicker than if we didn't have his dog along. Fred and Dix were always
together, and I guess Fred couldn't have run away if Dix had seen him.
So if we take Dix along, and have to look for Fred in big crowds, Dix'll
come in 'specially handy."

"Oh, won't that be fun!" cried Sue, clapping her hands. "Do let's take
Dix along!"

"I believe Bunny's plan is a good one," said Mr. Brown, after thinking
about it a while. "We don't know Fred very well, and he may look
different, now that he has gone away from home, from what he did before.
His dog would know him, however, no matter how Fred dressed."

"He'd know him even if he had on a Hallowe'en false face, wouldn't he?"
asked Sue.

"I guess so," answered Daddy Brown. "Well, I'll go and telephone to Mr.
Ward and see what he says."

The people in the house into which the telephone wires ran were very
willing Mr. Brown should use the instrument, and he was soon talking to
Mr.