“Did you ever have any adventures?” asked Blackie.
“No, I never did—”
“Well, that’s because you never ran away,” went on Blackie. “You have to run away to get adventures. I’ve had two or three already, and I’m expecting more. I’ll come over and tell you about them.”
But just then something happened. The big dog in the yard awakened, and seeing Blackie perched on the fence, up he jumped with a growl and a bark, and made a rush for the black cat.
“Oh, my goodness!” cried Blackie, jumping down quickly and fairly scooting into the house. “Oh, if that dog should get me!”
“Don’t be afraid!” called Topaz. “That dog is a bad one, but he is chained.”
Blackie had forgotten about the chain when she leaped off the fence so quickly.
“He might break his chain and then he’d get us,” said the black cat, when she was safely on her own back stoop once more.
“He could not get over the fence,” Topaz said. “Don’t be afraid. He always barks at me, and tries to get me when I go on his fence.”
“I don’t like that kind of a dog,” said Blackie, who was breathing fast. “I’ll not go on his fence again.”