Yowler came over toward the cave. He was dripping wet.
"Where have you been all night?" he asked crossly. "What did you mean by going off without telling me? Look how wet I am! A mean trick, I call it."
"Well, Yowler, we thought you were dry," said Jazbury. "You took the only dry place there was, so we came over here."
"Dry place! I look as if I'd been in a dry place, don't I? I just guess not. Sopping wet I am."
He turned on them so fiercely that they were frightened
"Well, Yowler, we didn't know it," said Fluffy.
"Oh, be quiet. I don't care, anyway. I'm tired of the woods. I know a farmhouse near here where they want another cat, and I'm going there to live. I met a cat that lives there, and he asked me to come."
"Oh, but Yowler! What's going to become of us? Can we come, too?" cried Jazbury.
"No, you can't. They only want one cat. If you tried to tag along they'd drive us all away."