"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 you played soldier and I cured
you of the Indian fever, and----"

"It was arrow fever, I keep tellin' you!" insisted Bunny.

"Well, arrow fever then," agreed Sue. "But is there any milk left,
Bunny?"