One morning in May, Bobby saw the flock of sheep going along the gravel driveway toward the road.
Rover and Bobby's big brother John were driving them. Hobson, the hired man, went ahead.
"Where are you taking the sheep?" asked Bobby. "Have you sold them?"
"Come and you shall see," answered Father. "Do you want to ride with me in the buggy, or help drive the sheep?"
"I'd like to help," said Bobby.
"Well, here is a long stick for you," said Father.
Bobby was off like the wind and soon caught up with the others.
The leader of the flock, the big bell wether, went ahead. All the other sheep followed. Sometimes they tried to stop and eat grass by the roadside. Bobby was after them with his long stick.
Sometimes they tried to go into a farmer's yard. Rover chased them back into the road.
Once a big, black dog came from a farmyard, barking savagely. "Bow-wow, bow-wow!" he said. The sheep were dreadfully frightened. Some ran up the road and some ran down the road.