"I'll see you again," he told Frisky Squirrel.
"Not if I see you first!" Frisky muttered as old Spot started through the woods for the mill pond.
"Come here!" Johnnie Green greeted him sternly when, a few minutes later, he appeared on the bank. "Where are those clothes that you took?"
Spot wagged his tail. He acted very, very friendly. Nobody would have supposed, from his looks, that he had stolen anyone's clothes.
"This is no joke," Johnnie Green declared. "I haven't anything to wear. Get those clothes and bring them back here!"
"I don't know what's the matter with Johnnie," Spot thought. "I didn't touch his things. I don't see why he's so angry."
"Good old Spot!" Johnnie coaxed. "Find the clothes! There's a good fellow!"
He waded toward the bank and snapped his fingers at Spot.
The old dog edged away. Johnnie talked pleasantly enough. But he had a queer look in his eye. Spot thought it safer to keep out of his clutches.
Just then the miller came driving up the hill on a load of corn. When he saw the boys in the pond he stopped his horses.