He looked inquiringly upon the family, his mouth open and his intelligent brown eyes questioning what all this talk meant.
“It wasn’t you, Michael, old boy, good old fellow!” exclaimed Ibee, petting him.
“Bow! Bow!” barked Mike, and Ibee declared he smiled.
“Well,” said Private Brave, “that was—” He didn’t finish the sentence, for at that instant the next door neighbor came running into the room.
“Oh, come, Miss Shesa!” she exclaimed. “My baby’s dying—she’s swallowed poison.”
CHAPTER XVIII
The Poisoned Baby
SHESA hastened away with the neighbor, for she knew that any delay might cost the baby’s life. She could hear the little girl’s agonizing screams.