Part 2 (1/2)

”Mr. Foswick! We didn't do anything! We didn't scatter your sawdust! You locked us in by mistake! Let us out, please!”

Then he waited and listened, and so did Sue. There was no answer.

”I guess you didn't yell loud enough,” said Sue. ”Try again, Bunny.”

Bunny did so. Once more he shouted through the closed door, or at least at the closed door. He shouted loudly, hoping the carpenter would hear him and open the door.

”Mr. Foswick! We didn't do anything!” yelled Bunny Brown.

Still there was silence. No one came to let the children out.

”I guess we'd better both yell,” suggested Sue. ”You can shout louder than I can, Bunny, but it isn't loud enough. We've both got to yell.”

”Yes, I better guess we had,” agreed the small boy.

Standing close to one another near the door, they lifted their voices in a shout, saying:

”Mr. Foswick! Mr. Foswick! _We--didn't--do--anything!_”

They called this several times, but no answer came to them.

”I guess he's gone away,” said Sue, after a bit.

”Yes, I guess so,” agreed Bunny. ”Well, we've got to get out by ourselves, then.”

”How can we?” his sister wanted to know. ”The door's locked, and we can't break it down. It's a big door, Bunny.”

”Yes, I know it is,” he answered. ”But there's windows. I'll open a window and we can get out of one of them. They aren't high from the ground. We got out of a window once when Bunker Blue, by mistake, locked us in the shed on the dock, and we can get out a window now.”

”Oh, I hope we can!” cried Sue. ”And can we get the dog out of the window, too, Bunny?”

”The dog!” exclaimed Bunny, forgetting for the moment about the animal.

”Oh, I guess we won't have to get him out. He isn't here.”

”But he ran in here,” insisted Sue. ”We saw him come into this carpenter shop.”

”Yes,” agreed Bunny. ”But he isn't here now. If he was we'd see him or hear him.”

”Maybe he's hiding,” suggested Sue. ”Maybe he's afraid 'cause he took mother's pocketbook and the money in it, and he's hiding in the sawdust or shavings.”

”Maybe,” Bunny admitted. ”Well, I'll call to him to come out. He only took the pocketbook in fun, I guess. Here, Splash, come on out! We won't hurt you!” he cried, moving back toward the center of the shop and away from the locked front door. ”Come on, Splas.h.!.+”

”His name isn't Splas.h.!.+” objected Sue. ”This isn't our nice dog Splash that ran away, and I wish he'd come back.”

”I know he isn't Splash,” agreed Bunny. ”But it might be. And Splash is a dog's name, and if this dog hears me call it he may come out. Come on, old fellow!” he called again coaxingly. But no dog crawled out from under the shavings, sawdust, or piles of boards.

”Where can he be?” asked Sue.