"Did you see him come back?" asked Bunker.
"No. I didn't notice. I was too busy."
"Then we'll go over and look for him," said Ben. "Maybe the old ram got him after all."
"Well, maybe he did," said the farmer, "but I guess a dog like Splash can run faster than a ram. Anyhow we'll have a look."
"Are you going, Bunny?" asked Sue.
"Sure. Aren't you? Don't you want to find Splash?"
"Yes—but—but I don't want a old ram to hook me with his horns."
"I'll take care of you, Sue," said Farmer Black. "I'll take a big stick with me, and the ram is afraid of that. We'll find Splash for you."
They all went over the field where Mr. Black had seen Splash trotting early that morning. They saw the ram, who, at first, seemed about to run toward them. But when Mr. Black shook the stick at him the ram turned away and nibbled grass.
"No sign of Splash here," said the farmer, as he stood on the fence and looked across the field.