By this time the automobile tire was mended and the man called to the boy and girl to get in.
“That means we shall have to go also,” said Don. “Well, good-by, Dido. I am glad to have met you.”
“And so am I,” said Rex, the other dog. Then they rubbed noses together, which is a sort of way animals have of shaking hands, I suppose; and then they parted.
“Don’t forget to tell Tum Tum what I told you!” barked Don, with a wag of his tail, as he jumped up with the boy and girl.
“I’ll not,” promised Dido, waving his paw at the two dogs.
Then the automobile puffed away and Tom and George led Dido down the country road, now and then stopping in front of a house to blow a tune on the brass horn, so Dido could do his tricks.
That night it rained, so the two men with the dancing bear could not sleep out in the woods. They looked around until they found a barn, and they asked the farmer if they might sleep in that.
“If you will kindly let us,” said George, “we will make our bear do tricks for you, and you will not need to give us any money in the hat.”
“Very well,” the farmer said; “you and Dido may sleep on the hay in my barn. And I will give you something to eat, though I do not know what bears like.”