“Then he didn’t know you were there,” said Jack, “for he doesn’t like dogs, and he won’t have them in this lumber yard. We must wait until he goes away.”
So, though Don would have liked to go up to the man, and be patted on the head, he thought perhaps Jack knew best.
“Things are so different in the city from the country,” said Don, with a dog-sigh.
“Indeed they are,” barked Jack.
Pretty soon the man went out of the lumber yard, and then Jack and Don could go down to the edge of the river, near the piles of boards, and get a drink of cool water.
“Oh, that’s fine!” cried Don. “That’s the best water I’ve had since I ran away.”
“Yes, it is good,” agreed Jack. “That’s why I have a place near it. We can’t always get all we want to eat in the city, but water is not so hard to find. Now let’s go and hunt up our dinner.”
“But we just had breakfast,” said Don.
“I know we did,” spoke Jack, as he washed his face with his paw, “but we may have to hunt a long time for something more to eat, and then it will be dinner time.”