"Well, if we do, papa may buy him, or get another dog like him," spoke
Flossie.

A few days after this, when Bert was out in the front yard, watering the
grass with a hose, along came Danny Rugg. Now Danny went to the same
school that Bert did, but few of the boys and none of the girls, liked
Danny, because he was often rough, and would hit them or want to fight,
or would play mean tricks on them. Still, sometimes Danny behaved
himself, and then the boys were glad to have him on their baseball nine
as he was a good hitter and thrower, and he could run fast.

"Hello, Bert!" exclaimed Danny, leaning on the fence. "I hear you have a
trick circus dog here."

"Who told you?" asked Bert, wondering what Danny would say next.

"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
adverstised for it. He's going to give a reward. I'm going to tell