"Fine," returned his chum, and tossed Bobby an apple he plucked.
At that very moment a voice hailed them from a distance, and a dog barked. "There's that Applethwaite Plunkit and his dog," gasped Bobby.
"Sure it is," said Fred, turning his gaze upon the lanky boy of twelve, or so, and the big black and brown dog that were running together across the pasture.
"Now we're in for it!" exclaimed Bobby, somewhat worried.
CHAPTER III
FRED IN TROUBLE
Fred sat kicking his bare heels together and grinning over the fence at the Plunkit boy and his dog.
"Get down out of that tree—you!" exclaimed the Plunkit boy.
"Who says so?" demanded Fred.
"I do."