Once more Don thought how very different this was from his farm kennel.
There, after he had had his breakfast, he could play around, or perhaps drive in a runaway pig, or go after the sheep or cows. He did not have to worry about his dinner, for he knew Bob, or some one, would bring it to him. But now Don had to go out and look for a bone in an ash can. Oh, it was very different!
This day Don and Jack were lucky. Together, as they ran about the city streets, they found a large piece of meat, which some cook had thrown out at the back door of a house.
“Oh, this will be fine!” cried Jack. “We’ll take this to the lumber yard, and put it in a new hiding place. There will be enough for dinner and supper too.”
It was not a very good piece of meat, being old and tough, but it was just as good to those dogs as roast turkey would be to you.
Jack took the meat in his mouth, and started off with it.
“Keep a watch out for other dogs,” he said to Don. “They may try to take it away from us. And, if they do, drive them off.”
“I will,” said Don. And he had to, several times. But Don was now a big dog, and he was braver and bolder than ever before. So, when two or three dogs ran up, Don growled and showed his sharp teeth, so that the other dogs were glad enough to run away.
Jack picked out a new place under a pile of lumber, and there he and Don ate their dinner. They were feeling much better now, for there was enough meat left for their supper. And they could always get plenty of clean drinking water in the river.
“Oh, running away isn’t so bad, after all,” said Don that night, after the last of the meat had been eaten. “I am beginning to like it, now.”