"Hark!" cried Bert as they were on the point of continuing their
journey.
"It's a dog!" answered Nan. "Oh, Bert, he is coming this way. Perhaps he
is savage!"
They listened and could hear the dog plainly. He was barking furiously
and coming toward them as fast as he could travel. Soon they made out
his black form looming into view through the falling snow.
CHAPTER XII
TIGE--PLAYING THEATER
Nan dearly loved the dogs with which she was well acquainted, but she
was in great terror of strange animals, especially if they barked loudly
and showed a disposition to bite.
"Bert! Bert! what shall we do?" she gasped as she clung to her twin
brother's arm.
Bert hardly knew what to say, for he himself did not like a biting dog.
He looked around for a stick or a stone, and espied the doorway to the
cow-shed. It was open.
"Let us get into the shed," he said quickly. "Perhaps we can close the
door and keep the dog out."
Into the shed sprang Nan and her twin brother after her. The dog was
almost upon them when Bert banged the door in his face. At once the
animal stopped short and began to bark more furiously than ever.
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