"Do you--you think he can get in at the window?" faltered Nan. She was
so scared she could scarcely speak.
"I don't know, I'm sure. If you'll stand by the door, Nan, I'll try to
guard the window."
Nan threw her form against the door and held it as hard as if a giant
were outside trying to force it in. Bert felt around the empty shed and
picked up the handle of a broken spade. With this in hand he stalked
over to the one little window which was opposite the door.
"Are there any cows here?" asked Nan. It was so dark she could see next
to nothing.
"No cows here, I guess," answered Bert. "This building is 'most ready to
tumble down."
The dog outside was barking still. Once in a while he would stop to
catch his breath and then he would continue as loudly as ever. He
scratched at the door with his paw, which made Nan shiver from head to
feet.
"He is trying to work his way in," she cried.
"If he does that, I'll hit him with this," answered her twin brother,
and brandished the spade handle over his head. He watched the window
closely and wondered what they had best do if the dog leaped straight
through and attacked them in the dark.
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