“If he did, all that could happen would be that he got wet,” her father answered, with a laugh.
“And if Laddie fell into the brook I guess he’d yell and we would hear him,” Rose said, nodding her head.
“’Tisn’t very deep, anyhow,” added Russ.
They looked farther in the garden for Laddie and called his name, but there was no answer. Mr. Bunker was just beginning to get worried when the telephone in the house suddenly rang.
“Maybe that’s some news of him!” exclaimed the mother of the missing little fellow. She started toward the telephone, but Laddie’s father reached it first.
“Hello! Hello!” called Mr. Bunker into the telephone.
The others listened to what he had to say.
“Yes! Yes,” he went on. “Oh, then he’s all right. I’m glad of that. Thank you! Yes, I’ll be right down after him.”
“Evidently it’s about Laddie?” said Mrs. Bunker in a questioning voice.
“Yes,” answered her husband, as he hung up the receiver. “Laddie is in the police station.”