“I wonder if there is any other way of scaring a dog besides scratching him?” asked Blackie.
“Perhaps there may be,” said Speckle.
“It would be nice if there was. I may learn how to do that if I run away to look for adventures.”
“Oh, so you are going to run away; are you, Blackie?”
“Well, I’m thinking of it. Will you come?”
“Not right away—at least I think I will not,” said the other cat. “Still you might call over the fence to me when you go, and perhaps I’ll come along. Hello, who are they?” asked Speckle quickly as he saw a boy and girl coming in the yard.
“Oh, that’s Arthur and Mabel, my little master and mistress,” explained Blackie, but Speckle did not stop to listen. With a jump he was on top of the fence.
“Excuse me!” called the gray cat to Blackie, “but that boy looks just like one who once tied a tin can to my tail!”
“The idea!” meowed Blackie. “Arthur is a good boy, and loves cats. He’d never do anything like that to me, nor to you or any other animal.”