"Well, I went for a walk with Buster, as you know," said Bets, sinking down on the grass, tired out with running. "He's a lovely dog to take for a walk, because he's so interested ia everything. Well, we went down the lane and into the fields, and along by the river, ever so far. We came to a field where sheep and lambs were, and there was a hay-rick nearby."
Buster barked a little, as if he wanted to tell about it all too. Bets put her arm round him. "It was Buster who found the tramp - wasn't it, darling? You see, I was walking along - and suddenly Buster went all stiff - and the hairs rose up along the back of his neck - and he growled."
"Ur-r-r-r-rrr!" said Buster obligingly.
"He honestly understands every word, doesn't he?" said Bets. "Well, Buster went all funny, like that, and then he began to walk stiffly towards the hay-rick - you know, just as if he had bad rheumatism or something."
"Animals always walk like that when they are suspicious, or frightened or angry," said Fatty, grinning at Bets. "Go on. Don't be so long-winded."
"I went with Buster," said Bets, "as quietly as I could, thinking there might be a cat or something the other side of the rick. But it was the tramp!"
"Golly!" said Larry, and Pip whistled.
"You're a very good Find-Outer," said Fatty warmly.
"I did so badly want to find out something," said Bets. "But I suppose really and truly it was Buster who did the finding, wasn't it?"
"Well, he wouldn't have, if you hadn't taken him for a walk," said Larry. "What was the tramp doing?"