"I suppose that is one of the cottages destroyed by the fighting," said Ralph.
"Frisky is acting queerly," remarked Alfred. "Let us go over." The animal would run around the ruin, then come back, look up at them, and actually seem to want to talk.
"I suppose that is an invitation to follow him," said Ralph.
As the boys passed over the fence Frisky showed his pleasure by emitting a series of short, sharp barks, which he kept up continually, running around as though in the greatest excitement.
"I wonder what he does that for?" said Alfred. "Come here, Frisky, poor fellow!" said Ralph, as he stooped and fondled the little fellow. Frisky nestled up close and gave a peculiar whine.
"I believe that was his home," said Alfred, "and this is his way of telling it. I would like to know what became of the people who lived here."
"Come on, Frisky; we'll take care of you," said Ralph, with a hug.
As they passed out of the enclosure Frisky followed, apparently cured of his singular actions. Half way up the hill they met a tottering old man, carrying a bundle of faggots.
"Do you know anything about the people who lived in that ruined cottage?" said Ralph.
The old man shook his head.