"Oh, Jazbury! I hope that dog won't come and catch us," whispered Fluffy.
"Course he won't. He's too far away to see us."
The next moment the kittens stopped short, their little hearts leaping with terror. Something was moving stealthily among the weeds at the roadside. A dead twig cracked. There was a sound of breathing, and a gleam of big yellow eyes.
"What's that, Jazbury?" whispered Fluffy.
"Hus-s-sh! I don't know!"
There was a silence. "Jazbury, I'm scared. Let's get away," whispered Fluffy again.
"Hush, I tell you!"
The thing, whatever it was, was coming out from the weeds. Jazbury's tail grew big. His fur stood on end. The next moment a well-known yowl broke the stillness.
"Yowler!" cried Jazbury.
"Yeh! Yowler," answered that kitten, as he gave a leap out from among the weeds. "Hello, kits! I didn't know who you were until I heard you whispering together. Where are you bound for?"