"Well, this is the third trouble, and let us hope it will be the last," said Mr. Brown.
"Are you going to send Dix back again?" asked Bunny.
"No, I don't think it would do any good. Besides, we are now about ten miles from home. He might not find his way."
"That would be too bad," said Mrs. Brown. "The Wards would not want to lose their dog."
"I presume the only thing for us to do is to turn around and carry him back again," said Mr. Brown slowly.
Just then Splash, who had been lying inside under one of the sleeping cots, awoke, and, looking out of the rear door of the auto, saw his friend Dix trotting merrily along.
"Bow-wow!" barked Splash.
"Wow-wuff-wow!" answered Dix.
That meant in dog language I suppose:
"Well, I'm glad to see you again, old fellow."