Then something happened that really frightened Frisky Squirrel. At
first he could hardly believe it. But it was true. It really was
another dog that was barking--another dog that was waiting on the other
side of Swift River. And almost as soon as Frisky saw him, that other
dog started right across the dam, to meet Frisky!

[Illustration: Fun on the mill dam]

There was no time to lose. Frisky had to make up his mind very
quickly. He gave just one look at the deep mill pond. He could swim--if
he had to. But he just hated to get wet. And he knew that the dogs
were much faster swimmers than he was. So he looked away from the
water with a shudder. And he peeped over the steep side of the dam and
gazed at the rocks below, where the water splashed into countless
drops.

Those rocks were a long way beneath him. But there was one thing about
Frisky Squirrel--he never was the least bit dizzy, or afraid, when he
looked down from high places. Perhaps there were too many other things
to be afraid of--such as coons and foxes--and dogs.

The miller's dog was drawing nearer now, because Frisky had stopped.
And the dog from the other side of the river was only about six jumps
away!

Frisky Squirrel didn't wait another instant. He jumped right down the
face of the dam. Where he had stood a moment before the two dogs came
together with a bump. Probably they would have started to fight, if
they had not been so interested in Frisky Squirrel. There they stood,