“Well, so far so good,” thought Don. “I never imagined before that it was so hard and dangerous to get anything to eat. It isn’t this way on the farm. Still I am running away—that is something, and I suppose these are only adventures.”
Soon Don came to a quiet, shady place, near where a street-fountain of water bubbled up.
[Other dogs, coming to the fountain to get a drink, wanted to take Don’s bone away from him.]
“I’ll lie down here and eat my bone,” thought Don. But it was not as easy to do as he thought. As soon as he began to gnaw the meat off the bone, [other dogs, coming to the fountain to get a drink, wanted to take Don’s bone away from him]. At last Don said:
“Well, I’ll have no peace or quietness here. I’ll find another place.” Picking up his bone, he ran on until he came to a railroad station. Don knew what this was, for the railroad ran not far from the farm, and Don had often gone to the depot with Bob to see the trains go by.
Don saw a big brown freight car, with the door open, standing on the track.
“I’ll get in there and eat my bone,” thought Don, and with one jump, up into the car he leaped. There no other dogs bothered him as he gnawed the juicy bone, and then, after this little lunch, Don fell asleep.