The children had started off again when the policeman called them back.
“The bhoys were chasin’ a bit of a dog, I moind,” he told them.
“Oh!” exclaimed Cassy, “then Jerry must have tried to get it from them. I know he wouldn’t let any one hurt it if he could help it. Nothing makes him so mad as to see boys hurt poor little cats and dogs; he’ll fight for them when he won’t for anything else.”
Towards the lumber yard they went, and there they stood calling “Jerry, Jerry Law!” They walked along slowly, stopping every little while to listen. At last when they had reached the end of the lumber yard they heard an answer to their call.
“Listen! Listen!” cried Cassy joyfully. “Some one answered.”
“Call again,” said Rock. And Cassy shrilly screamed “Jerry! Jerry!”
“Here I am,” came the reply.
They looked around but could not seem to discover the spot from which the answer came.
“Where are you?” called Rock.
“In the cellar,” was the reply.