[“Get out of there, dog!” cried the policeman.]
“My! You certainly have had some adventures,” said the city dog, who had mentioned that his name was Jack. “Have you had anything to eat?”
“Yes, I found a piece of meat in a can,” answered Don. “But it was not very good. It was covered with ashes, and—”
“Well, you were lucky to get that,” said Jack. “I haven’t had a thing to-day, and I’m almost starved. You’ll be very glad to get even scraps from ash cans if you stay in the city long, let me tell you—very lucky indeed. I wish I could find some now.”
“I’ll show you where the can is,” offered Don, kindly. “But I don’t think there is any more meat in it.”
“Hardly,” agreed Jack. “There are too many dogs about to eat it.”
“There’s lots of meat in there,” said Don, looking at the butcher shop. “Maybe they’ll give us some.”
“Not much they won’t!” cried Jack. “All the meat we’ll get there wouldn’t keep a kitten from starving. We’ll have to hunt our own. But come along. Maybe I’ll have some luck, now I’ve met you. Have you any place to sleep to-night?”
“No. But at home, on the farm, I had a nice kennel, filled with soft straw,” said Don.