"Oh! will he?" thought Kate, and then she sprang to her feet and clapped
her hands.

"Catch him, Rob!" she screamed. "Catch him!"

With a rush, Rob hurled himself full at the breast of the man, and the
tall fellow went over backward, just like a ten-pin.

Then he was up and out into the road, Rob after him!

You ought to have seen the gravel fly!

Harry and Kate ran out into the road and cheered and shouted. Away went
the man, and away went the dog.

Up the road, into the brush, out again, and then into a field, down a
hill, nip and tuck! At Tom Riley's fence, Rob got him by the leg, but
the trowsers were old and the piece came out: and then the man dashed
into Riley's old tobacco barn, and slammed the door almost on the dog's
nose.

Rob ran around the house to see if there was an open window, and finding
none, he went back to the door and lay down to wait.

Harry and Kate ran home as fast as they could, and after a while Rob
came too. He had waited a reasonable time at the door of the barn, but
the man had not come out.