Hardly had that died away than there sounded a loud:
"Bow! Wow! Wow!" This was repeated several times.
"Oh, it's only a dog!" cried Bert.
"Is it Snap?" Freddie wanted to know.
"No, it's a big black stray dog," answered Bert.
"No wonder Freddie thought it was a bear," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "Now
it's all over, go back to bed, and sleep in peace."
And it was only a dog that had caused all the excitement. The animal
ran out into the moonlight, stood a moment looking at Uncle Daniel
with the gun, and then gave more barks.
It was as if he said he did not like to be chased away in that
fashion.
"Well, it's a good thing I didn't shoot him," said Uncle Daniel as he
came back into the house.
"Whose dog was it?" asked his wife.
"Snook's big black one. He was hunting for a bone, I guess, and he
must have sniffed and snuffed when the dirt got up his nose. That woke
Freddie. It was only a dog."
"Only a dog!" murmured Freddie. "I thought it was a bear!"
"Well, I'm glad it wasn't, or a tiger or lion, either," said Flossie,
as she curled up in her cot.
Soon the house was quiet again, and everyone went to sleep.
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