Quib barked and whined, and the sound seemed to come from away above them.
"Come on, boys! I can see a streak of light. It's like climbing up an old chimney. Quib's almost on him."
All that time, while they were groping through that cave, Julius
Davis was looking around the pasture-lot after them.
He would have been glad of a small glimpse of Quib, but all he had found as yet was Mr. Hamburger, who was standing under an old butternut-tree and looking down at a round, hollow place in the ground.
He was smoking very hard.
"Hab you seen my dog?" asked Julius.
"Hold shtill, poy! Joost you vait. Hi! Dere goes dose vootshuck!"
"Dat's so. He's coming right up out ob de hole, and dar ain't no dog to foller him!"
Away went the woodchuck, and Julius gave him up for lost; but Mr.
Hamburger smoked harder than ever and looked down at the hole.
"Hark! Hear dem? It is de tog. Pless mein eyes, if dey didn't chase dose vootshuck right oonder mein pasture-lot!"