"Remember what Granny Bevers said about good luck following us if we would beware a man with cat's eyes? Cindy thought she saw such a man in camp."
Jed Simpson shook his head. "That girl gets the blamedest ideas!"
Suddenly a big hound dog that had crept up behind a near-by wagon roared his challenge and rushed the cat. Without hesitation, the cat jumped on Cindy's shoulders and turned to face his enemy. The dog charged angrily in, bowling Cindy over in the process. The cat snarled. There was a short, sharp fight on top of the prostrate youngster until, leaving the cat in full possession of the field, the dog ran howling away.
Alec and his father, who had started running forward the instant the cat leaped, arrived to find Cindy picking herself up and brushing herself off. Her eyes were shining, and an excited smile trembled on her lips.
"Oh boy!" she exclaimed. "What a fight!"
"Are you hurt?" her father asked anxiously.
"Me?" Cindy looked astonished that anyone should ask such a question. "Oh, no!"
"Doggone!" Alec burst out. "If you fell in a rain barrel you'd come out with your pockets full of cookies!"
"Of course," Cindy said sweetly.