"I saw something move—over there in those bushes," whispered Bobby.
"Is it—a—a bear?" asked Meg softly.
But Dot heard her.
"It's a bear!" she shrieked. "Twaddles, Meg, Bobby, come quick! It's a bear!"
Something bounded out of the bushes and leaped upon them with shrill, sharp barks.
"Spotty!" chorused the children. "You dear, darling old Spotty! Where did you come from?"
Spotty was apparently as glad to see them, and in his way tried to tell them so. He jumped up and down, barked excitedly and licked their hands and faces over and over.
"Say, I'll bet you Spotty knows the way home!" Bobby jumped to his feet as this thought came to him. "Spotty, show us the way home, that's a good dog. Home, Spotty!"
Spotty wagged his tail heartily and barked once. Then he rushed a little way ahead and turned to look at the children.
"Come on," he seemed to say.
"He does know," agreed Meg excitedly.
