Once again and then five times more this kind Protector of the Law knocked on the door with his great big club. Oh, my! how he did knock! What a thundering hub-a-dub-dub! Crash! smash! went the oak panel, and in fell the door with a bang!!!
“Where are you, my little bunny boy?” cried Lady Love.
“Where are you, Little Jack Rabbit?” shouted the Policeman Dog.
“I’ll be down in a minute,” answered the brave little bunny boy, “just as soon as I untie the rope.”
“Oh, hurry please,” cried Lady Love to the Policeman Dog, “my little boy is tied fast upstairs.”
Up the rickety stairway three steps at a jump went the brave dog and the little bunny’s mother. Pretty soon they came to a dark room, in the farthest corner of which cowered the poor little rabbit boy bunny prisoner.
“You untie the rope!” shouted the Policeman Dog, “I want to catch Old Hooty Tooty,” and up the attic stairs he leaped, only this time he made four steps at a jump.
“My poor little bunny,” cried Lady Love, as she loosened the last knot and clasped him in her arms.
All of a sudden there sounded a dreadful squawk and away flew old Hooty Tooty, tipsy topsy, this way and that way.
“I tickled him with my club,” laughed the Policeman Dog. “Now I’ll see you safe home, although I guess he won’t bother little rabbits for a long time.”