"'Cause he might bite you."
"Huh! I'm not afraid of him!" declared Bunny. "He doesn't look as savage as our Splash, and he never bites anybody, though he barks a lot at tramps."
So Bunny ran on toward the shaggy dog. The animal stood looking at the little boy for a moment and then, with a sort of "wuff!" as if to say, "Well, I've taken all the milk, what are you going to do about it?" away he trotted down the road. Bunny ran on and picked up the milk pail. Only a few drops were in the bottom.
"See I told you he wouldn't bite me! I'm not afraid of that dog!" the little boy called to his sister.
"Yes, you did drive him off," said Sue, proud of her brother. "You are awful brave, Bunny—just as brave as when you played soldier and I cured you of the Indian fever, and——"
"It was arrow fever, I keep tellin' you!" insisted Bunny.
"Well, arrow fever then," agreed Sue. "But is there any milk left, Bunny?"
"Not a drop, Sue," and Bunny turned the pail upside down to show.
"Well," said the little girl with a sigh, "then I guess you weren't brave in time, Bunny. You didn't save the milk!"
"Huh, the dog had it all drunk up before I saw him," declared her brother. "If I'd seen him I'd have stopped him quick enough! I wasn't afraid of him."