"Nice little Schneider—he took—care—of—me!" exclaimed the little girl between kisses. And the father gathered up the little dog in his arms and kissed him, too!
As the tired Safety Scouts opened the front gate half an hour later, the boom of a cannon roared out, somewhere on the other side of town, and the twelve o'clock bells and whistles joined in an echoing chorus.
Sure Pop raised his hand with a tired smile. "Midnight!" he cried. "Hurrah for the glorious Fourth!"
Don't let a careless match cost a dozen homes. —Sure Pop
ADVENTURE NUMBER NINE
"CHANCE CARTER'S WAY"
BOOM! It was the distant roar of some Fourth of July cannon which had escaped the watchful eye of the police.