Then Bunny whistled. He had only just learned how, from Bunker Blue a few days before, and he could not whistle very loudly, but still he did very well for a small boy.
"Come Splash! Come on, old dog!" he cried, and he whistled once more.
The tramps looked at one another.
"He's callin' his dog," said the big one. "Yes," said the little tramp, "we'd better go. Come on. We've had enough to last us for awhile. We'll empty the baskets and run."
The two roughly dressed men, with red handkerchiefs around their neck, in place of collars, quickly emptied into their pockets the sandwiches and cake that were left in some of the baskets which the children had dropped. They mixed the cake and bread and meat all up together; those tramps did. Perhaps they were so hungry they did not mind.
Then off they ran through the bushes the way they had come.
"Oh, I'm so glad they're gone!" exclaimed Sue.
"So am I," said Tommie Jones. "If they
