“No,” Teddy admitted, “we haven’t. Unless Dick brought one,” he added with a chuckle and a nudge of his chum.
“Brought what?” mumbled Dick, half asleep.
“A dog,” said Teddy. “Did you bring one?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” said Dick less clearly than before. “I—I—” But he was asleep before he could finish the sentence.
A little later the deep and even breathing of Teddy and Joe showed that they, also, were asleep.
Who awakened first was always a disputed point with the three boys when ever they talked about what happened that night. But Teddy suddenly found himself roused by feeling something cold and wet on his face. For a moment he thought it was raining. But as he opened his eyes he saw that the moon was shining brightly.
But he still felt that cool dampness on his face and suddenly, with a shout of alarm, he sat up, scattering his blanket and reaching for his flashlight.
“Golly! It’s a dog!” he shouted.
“What’s that?” cried Joe.
“A dog—licking my face with his tongue! It woke me up!” said Teddy in a loud voice.