"No, I don't think the dog is there now," said Lulu. "He wasn't standing still. He was running along."
"Did he have anything in his mouth?"
"Only his tongue and that was hanging out at first. Then he stopped to get a drink at that box where Mr. Bradley waters his horses, and then his tongue didn't hang out any more."
"Say, did that dog have a spot on his left leg?" asked one of the boys.
"Yes—a long, up-and-down spot."
"Then he wasn't the dog who took the pocketbook. That old dog belongs at the hotel and he never comes up this way at all."
"Let us make sure," said Bunny; and a little later all of the boys and girls visited the hotel. One of the boys was a nephew of the proprietor so they had little trouble in getting the man's attention.
"No, my dog wouldn't do such a thing," said the hotel man. "He hasn't been up your way. It must have been some other dog." And then the boys and girls went home.
A little later Bunny went into the house to get some cookies, and then he asked his mother if his father had come back with the ring.
"No, he telephoned that he and Mr. Foswick went all over the shop, but they could not find the pocketbook," she said. "The dog must have carried it farther off."