Nan and Bert were talking about the wreck, and
recalling some of the funny incidents of catching the circus animals.
Flossie and Freddie were wondering whether they would ever see their pet
cat again. They had had him so long that he seemed like one of the
family.
"Maybe he ran off and joined the circus," said Flossle.
"Maybe," spoke her brother. "But he can't do any tricks, so they won't
want him in a show."
"He can so do tricks! He can chase his tail and almost grab it."
"That isn't a trick."
"It is so - as much as standing on your head."
"Children - children - I don't know what I'll do with you if you
don't stop that constant bickering," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "You must not
dispute so."
"Well, mamma, but isn't chasing your tail a trick?" asked Flossie.
"Freddie says it isn't."
"Well, it isn't a circus trick, anyhow," declared her brother. "I meant
a circus trick."
"Well, Snoop is a good cat, anyhow," went on Flossie, "and I wish we had
him back."
"Oh, so do I!" exclaimed Freddie, and thus that little dispute ended.
They were walking along through a little patch of woods now, when Bert,
who was the last one in line, suddenly called out:
"Something is coming after us!"
"Coming after us? What do you mean?" asked Nan quickly, as she hurried
to her father's side.
"I mean I've been listening for two or three minutes now, to some animal
following after us along the path. Some big animal, too.
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