"If you hurry, maybe you can catch Spot," Red called to Farmer Green as he drove off. "I can't stay here all day."
"You'll have to," the boys jeered.
"Maybe you'll have to wait here till dark," Johnnie Green suggested.
"I won't!" Red replied, as he swam towards the bank. "Your dog took my clothes," he cried as he ran up to the big hickory. "And I'm going to take yours."
It was Johnnie's turn to yell then. He was on the further side of the mill pond. And long before he could cross it Red had snatched up Johnnie's clothes from the shade of the hickory and dodged into the bushes with them.
IX
A BUNDLE OF CLOTHES
Old dog Spot was trotting down the road with the bundle of clothes in his mouth—the clothes which belonged to Johnnie Green's friend Red, who was one of the swimming party in the mill pond.
Somewhat to Spot's surprise the boys had not come tearing down the road after him.
"It's queer," he said to himself. "I wonder why they don't follow me. This would be fun if they'd only chase me."