“Now I have a bone for you,” went on Jack. “I left it in the place where we slept. It isn’t a very good one, but it’s the best one I could find this morning.”
“Oh, that’s a fine bone,” said Don, when he was hungrily gnawing it. At home he would hardly have looked twice at such a bone, for it had very little meat on it. But since he had run away he was glad enough to get almost anything.
“Where did you go?” asked Don of Jack, as the bone was finished, and Don began to feel thirsty.
“Oh, seeing that you were soundly asleep, I went out to look for breakfast,” answered Jack. “I did not think the boys would find you asleep. We must look for a new hiding place, since they know where this one is. Now we’ll see if it’s all right to go get a drink, down at the river. It isn’t far.”
Jack looked out, but, almost at once, he drew in his head again.
“What’s the matter?” asked Don.
“There’s a man out there,” explained Jack. “I don’t want him to see us, or he might chase us.”
Don looked, and when he saw the man he exclaimed:
“Why, he’s a good man. He drove away the boys who were throwing stones at me.”