"Hullo, what's on the tail?" he yelled. "Is that a cat?"
"It's Snoop!" called out Freddie, who was rushing after his big brother. "Oh, Bert, do let him down. If he falls, he'll be killed."
"Well, I never!" ejaculated Bert.
He stopped running and gradually the kite began to settle close to the top of the barn. Poor Snoop was swinging violently at the end of the ragged tail. The swinging brought the frightened creature closer still to the barn, and all of a sudden Snoop let go of the kite tail and landed on the shingles.
"Snoop is on the barn!" cried Bert, as the kite settled on the grass a few yards away.
"Oh, Snoop! Snoop! are you hurt?" cried Freddie, running back a distance, so that he might get a view of the barn top.
Evidently Snoop was not hurt. But he was still scared, for he stood on the edge of the roof, with his tail standing straight up.
"Meow! meow! meow!" he said plaintively.
"He is asking for somebody to take him down," said Freddie. "Aren't you, Snoop?"
