“Nawthin’,” drawled the colored boy. “But he’s my dog jest th’ same!”
“Nonsense!” exclaimed the watchman. “Can you make your dog do any other tricks?” he asked Bunny.
“Lots of tricks,” answered the boy.
“He’s going to do a pile of tricks in the show,” said Sue. And then she added: “Oh, Bunny, now we have Patter back we can give the show!”
“Yes,” agreed Bunny. “Here, I’ll make Patter march like a soldier, and that’ll show he’s our dog,” he said.
With a stick for a gun, Patter marched around the yard. Then Bunny and Sue put him through some of his other tricks until Mr. Ward exclaimed:
“That’s enough! I’m sure he’s your Patter, and you can take him away.”
“They can not!” cried Black Bobby. “He’s my dog, I tell you!”
“Now look here, Bobby,” said Mr. Ward sharply, “if you don’t give this dog up quietly I’ll call the policeman in from the end of the street. You know this dog isn’t yours, and it didn’t belong to the boy who gave it to you, so he had no right to give it away. Now shall I call the police?”
“Oh, take th’ ole dog!” growled Bobby, and he turned aside as Bunny and Sue went out of the yard, followed by the happy and frisking Patter.