“I declare!” said Ruth. “I hadn’t thought. Whom will he mind?”
“Come here, Tom Jonah!” said Neale, snapping his fingers.
Tom Jonah still wagged his tail, but he remained ready to receive the Gypsy (if such the fellow was) in his jaws, if he descended.
“Come away, Tom!” exclaimed Agnes, confidently. “Come on back to the house.”
The man on the roof moved and Tom Jonah stiffened. He refused to budge.
“Guess you’ll have to call a cop after all,” said Neale, doubtfully.
“Here, sir!” commanded Ruth. “Come away. You have done enough——”
But the dog did not think so. He held his place and growled.
“I guess you’re bound to stay up there, till daylight—or a policeman—doth appear, my friend,” called up Neale to the besieged.
“Tak’ away dog!” begged the frightened fellow.