They hunted about until they found a long, smooth stick and, standing on the edge of the hole down which Trouble had said his ball had rolled, Tom poked in the branch.
Instantly there was a growl and several queer little barks.
The two boys looked at one another.
“Did you hear that?” cried Tom.
“I should say I did!” agreed Ted.
“It’s your dog Skyrocket,” went on Tom. “The Gypsy man must have let him go, and he came here. Then he hid in the hole so the Gypsies couldn’t find him again.”
“Oh, maybe he did!” cried Teddy. “Come on out, Skyrocket! Come on out!” he called.
There was no answer from the hole.
“Let me poke the stick in,” begged Ted, taking the branch from Tom.
“All right. But poke it easy, so’s not to hurt Skyrocket!”