CHAPTER XIX
IN THE SMOKE-HOUSE
"What makes Splash act so queer?" asked Bunny again.
"I'm sure I don't know," said his father. "I guess we'll have to go back and get him."
Certainly Splash did not seem to want to keep on to the village with Mr. Brown and the children. The dog was running around and around the small house, barking loudly. Mr. Trimble seemed not to hear the dog's barks, but kept right on hoeing potatoes.
"We'll go back and get Splash!" decided Mr. Brown.
He and the children walked slowly back. Splash kept on barking.
"You seem to have something in that little house which excites our dog," said Mr. Brown.
"It doesn't take much to get some dogs excited," answered the farmer. He did not seem to care much about it, one way or the other.
"What sort of house is that?" asked Mr. Brown. He looked at it closely. The little house had no windows, and only one door. And there was a queer smell about it, as though it had once been on fire.