Then he remembered. He had run away. He was in the wood. But where was Yowler? He had been there when Jazbury went to sleep. Surely Yowler had not gone away and deserted them.
"Fluffy!" he mewed.
Without opening his eyes Fluffy gave a sleepy little answering mew. He stretched himself and yawned, showing his little pink tongue curled up inside his mouth. Then he opened his eyes.
"Why, Jazbury!" he said in a surprised tone. He looked about him in a startled way. "Why--why--I'd forgotten we ran away. Where's Yowler?"
"I don't know. Let's call him."
But at this moment Yowler came strolling around from behind the tree. "Hello, kits!" he said. He had a comfortable, lazy look. He was licking his lips, and there was a tiny feather sticking to one of his whiskers.
"Where have you been?" asked Jazbury.
"Oh, I just went out to look about."
"Well, I'm hungry. What shall we do about breakfast?"
"Yes; what shall we do about breakfast?" chimed in Fluffy.