"I suppose you are referring now to that one where that yellow dog was chasing me around the tree; but I wouldn't die of grief if posterity never got a squint at that picture," said Jerry, shaking his head.
"Please start now," urged Will; "for they will be opening the package just for spite. One little bit of daylight and the whole thing will be ruined. And from what I know of Pet Peters, I believe he'd do it."
"I just reckon he would, now. All right, I'm off," said Andy.
"Wait, and we'll go with you," declared Frank, quietly.
"I can do it just as well alone; still, perhaps it is good to have you fellers along. But we must run," Andy observed.
"We can do it. Come on, boys!" cried Frank
They started off through the timber, even Jerry keeping up a rattling pace, although somewhat out of breath.
"Better not talk," admonished Andy, when Will manifested a disposition to continue his doleful wails about his terrible loss.
"That's good advice, Will. If you hope to recover your property, better keep a padlock on your lips just now. Besides, you need all your wind," remarked Frank.
They ran on.