The cat, with her tail fluffed out as large as a bologna sausage, was headed toward Ted’s ladder, thinking, perhaps, she could climb it.
“You stop chasing that kitty!” yelled Janet, as she tore along, Trouble doing his best to keep up with her, but not succeeding very well.
“Chief! Chief! Let that cat alone!” shouted Ted at the dog, for the animal was one belonging to Billy Burgett, a chum of Ted’s. “Come back, Chief!” shouted Ted, from his perch on the ladder.
But Chief was in no mood to mind. It was the first cat he had chased in over a week, and he was going to make the most of it. With loud barks he raced on after poor pussy.
The cat made a dart for Ted’s ladder and did manage to climb up a little way.
“Oh, look at the pussy climbin’ a ladder!” shouted Trouble, in delight.
Chief was headed directly for the ladder also, and seeing the danger Ted shouted:
“Get back, Chief! Go ’way! Lie down!”
“Chief! Chief, come here!” shrieked Janet.
The dog, however, barking still more loudly, kept on. Ted began to climb down the ladder, but it was too late.