“Traveling on?” asked Don. “Where are you going, back to the circus?”
“Oh, no,” answered Blackie. “I don’t belong there. I am going back to the home where I lived with the little boy and girl, Arthur and Mabel. I am lonesome for them, and I am sure they miss me.”
[For several days Blackie lived with Don in his kennel.]
“Do you know how to find your way back to them?” asked Don.
“Well, no, not exactly,” replied Blackie. “But I am lost anyhow, and I can’t be any more lost than I am now, no matter what I do.”
“No, I suppose not,” Don said.
“So I am going to wander on, over the fields and through the woods, until I get back to the city where Arthur and Mabel live. Then perhaps I can find their house.”