[Don had finished his trick of marching around like a soldier dog, with the broom for a gun]Frontispiece
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[“He’s a fine dog!” cried Bob, as he patted and rubbed Don]23
[He turned quickly to shake his head and horns at Don]39
[Other dogs, coming to the fountain to get a drink, wanted to take Don’s bone away from him]65
[“Get out of there, dog!” cried the policeman]81
[He was all tangled up in the meshes of the net, and he fell down]99
[“It’s my dog, Don, that ran away from the farm a long while ago!”]117

DON,
A RUNAWAY DOG

[CHAPTER I]
DON FALLS IN

Don was one of five little puppies. With his brothers and sisters he cuddled up close to Mrs. Gurr, the mother dog, to keep warm, for it was rather cool for little dogs, even though there was plenty of straw in the kennel, or house, where they lived. Don shivered and trembled, but when his mother put her soft, warm paw over him and the other little dogs, Don felt better.

Don was such a little puppy that, as yet, his eyes were not open. I suppose they were made to stay closed until he grew to be a little stronger, for the sunlight was very bright outside of the kennel, and Don might have squinted, had his eyes been open.

But then Don and his brothers and sisters did not need to see much when they were so little.

“I can tell you everything that happens,” said Mrs. Gurr, the mamma dog. “You little puppies just stay close together when I go out to get a bone, or something else to eat, and you will keep warm, and nothing will happen to you.