top on top of the fence and
stood looking at the children.

But, as soon as the squirrel with the big tail saw Bunny running toward
him, he scampered away and Bunny followed. So did Sue, leaving the pail
of milk standing in the grass beside the road.

The squirrel could run on the fence much faster than Bunny Brown and his
sister Sue could run along the road, and pretty soon they saw him
scamper up a tree.

"Now we can't get him," said Sue, sorrowfully.

"No, I guess not," answered Bunny. "We'd better go back to camp and play
with your Teddy bear and my toy train. Come on."

They walked back toward the place they had left the pail of milk. As
they came in sight of it Sue cried:

"Oh, Bunny, look!"

Bunny looked, and at what he saw he cried:

"Oh dear!"

For a big, shaggy dog had his nose down in the pail of milk, and as he
looked up, at hearing Bunny's cry, he knocked the pail over, spilling
what he had not taken himself.

"Oh, our milk's all gone!" cried Bunny.

"What shall we do?" asked Sue, in dismay.

CHAPTER III

THE OLD MAN

For a moment the two children did not know what to do. They stood still,
looking at the dog who had just drunk the milk from the pail which they
had set down in the road so they could chase the squirrel. Then Bunny,
made bold by thinking of what might happen if he and his sister went
home with the empty pail, thinking also of the pudding which his mother
could not make if she had no milk, gave a loud cry.

"Get away from there, you bad dog!" cried the little boy. "Leave our
milk alone!" and he started to run toward the shaggy creature.

"Oh, come back! Come back!" cried Sue. "Don't go near him, Bunny!"

"Why not?" her brother asked in some surprise.

"'Cause he might bite you."

"Huh! I'm not afraid of him!" declared Bunny. "He doesn't look as
savage as our Splash, and _he_ never bites anybody, though he barks a
lot at tramps."

So Bunny ran on toward the shaggy dog. The animal stood looking at the
little boy for a moment and then, with a sort of "wuff!" as if to say,
"Well, I've taken all the milk, what are you going to do about it?" away
he trotted down the road. Bunny ran on and picked up the milk pail. Only
a few drops were in the bottom.

"See I told you he wouldn't bite me! I'm not afraid of that dog!" the
little boy called to his sister.

"Yes, you did drive him off," said Sue, proud of her brother. "You are
awful brave, Bunny--just as brave as when