Bolo the Cave Boy
CHAPTER I
How Bolo Got His Dinner
Bolo crept carefully through the tall grass. With one brown hand he parted the stalks before him, and in the other he carried a noose made from a slender willow withe. His bright, black eyes peered cautiously about at every step.
Some distance ahead of him a small gray rabbit was hopping slowly along, stopping here and there to take a nibble of tender, young grass, or to stand up on his hind legs and look about him. Bolo was hungry and he thought a little rabbit would make him a good dinner.
Closer and closer he crept. He raised the noose for a throw. Then all at once the little animal pricked up his long ears, gave one startled look ahead and plunged off into the thick grass.
At the same moment a boy about as large as Bolo broke through the grass just beyond where the rabbit had stood. He did not see the rabbit. All he saw was Bolo standing with arm upraised and an angry frown on his dark face.
Bolo struck at the boy with his willow wand. He was very angry at him for scaring away the rabbit.
“Why do you strike at me?” said the boy, whose name was Fisher.
“You drove away my dinner,” said Bolo fiercely.
“I did not see any dinner,” replied Fisher.