"Woof," said Buster, in a surprisingly deep voice for such a small dog.
"You must get him a bone and a biscuit," said Bets. "He's trusting you and believing you, Pip. Go and get them for him."
Pip went off, with the squat little Scottie trotting beside him trustingly.
Soon they were back, Buster carrying a bone and a big biscuit in His mouth. He set them down on the ground and looked inquiringly at Pip.
"Yes, they're for you, old chap," said Pip. "He's not a bit of a greedy dog, is he? He waits to be told before he begins!"
Buster crunched up the bone and then swallowed the biscuit. They seemed to fill him with joy and he began to caper round and about the children, inviting them to chase him. They all thought him a wonderful little dog.
"It's a pity he has such a silly fat sausage for a master," said Larry. Every one giggled. The dog's young master did look rather sausagey and fat Just as they were chuckling, they heard the sound of foot-steps and saw Buster's master coming to join them.
"Hallo," he said. "I thought I heard you playing with Buster. Buster, what do you mean by running off like that! Come here, sir!"
Buster bounced over to him in delight. It was quite plain that he adored the plump boy who owned him.
"Heard the news?" asked the boy, patting Buster. "About some one having fired that workroom on purpose?"