"Bow-wow!" barked the dog, and away he ran as the stick sailed through the air. Then Bunny turned and raced back toward the cart, where Sue was waiting for him.
"We must hurry," said the little girl. "Splash is a terrible fast runner."
"Gidap, Toby!" cried Bunny, as he took the reins, and once more away trotted the little pony. Then Sue looked back, and she cried:
"Oh, Bunny! It's no good! Here comes Splash after us!"
And, surely enough, the dog was coming after them. He had found the stick Bunny had thrown, and then, taking it in his mouth, had started back after the pony cart.
"You didn't throw it far enough," said Sue.
"I threw it as far as I could," said Bunny.
"Well, here comes Splash. What are we going to do now?" Sue asked. "I guess we've got to drive back and take him home."
"That'll take a long time," Bunny said, "and we ought to be going after the butter. Oh, Splash! you're a bad dog!" he exclaimed.
Splash sat down on the grass, near where Toby had come to a second stop, and flopped his tail up and down on the grass. That's what Splash did. And he dropped the stick at his feet and looked down at it, every now and then, as if he were saying: