"Oh, Jack Parker. He says you found him."

"I didn't," spoke Bert, spraying a bed of geranium flowers. "He
followed us the night of the circus wreck."

"Well, you took him all the same. I know who owns him, too; and
I'm going to tell that you've got him."

"Oh, are you?" asked Bert. "Well, we think he belongs to the circus,
and my father has written about it, so you needn't trouble yourself."

"He doesn't belong to any circus," went on Danny. "That dog belongs
to Mr. Peterson, who lives over in Millville. He lost a trick dog,
and he advertised for it. He's going to give a reward. I'm going
to tell him, and get the money."

"You can't take our dog away!" cried Freddie, coming up just then.
"Don't you dare do it, Danny Rugg."

"Yes, I will!" exclaimed the mean boy, who often teased the smaller
Bobbsey twins. "You won't have that dog after to-day."

"Don't mind him, Freddie," said Bert in a low voice. "He's trying
to scare you."

"Oh, I am eh?" cried Danny. "I'll show you what I'm trying to do.
I'll tell on you for keeping a dog that don't belong to you, and
you'll be arrested--all of you."

Freddie looked worried, and tears came into his eyes. Bert saw