did. Cats and dogs find their way back home when they have been taken

many miles away, in trains or automobiles, so it is not strange that Toto could find his way back.

It took him more than a week, though, and he had to be careful not to be caught again, for many times he was chased by dogs and boys. But he was pretty safe as long as he kept in the water. And at last, one day, Toto found himself back again in the very woods where he knew he lived.

He swam as near to the pond as he could, and then he crawled out and waddled along through the woods, taking care not to get into any more danger.

Suddenly, as Toto traveled along, stopping now and then to nibble a bit of bark, he heard some voices talking――the voices of men. By this time Toto was quite well acquainted with men’s voices. The voices of Donald and his father were kind, but the voices the beaver boy now heard were harsh and angry.

“Well, you hid the jewelry away, and you ought to know where you put it!” said one voice.

“Yes, I put it in a hollow tree, but now I can’t find the tree,” growled another voice. “You all saw me hide it!”

“Yes, but maybe you came and took it away when we didn’t know it,” said another. “Where is that jewelry?”

“In the hollow tree, I tell you! But I don’t know which one. We hid it in such a hurry that I have forgotten!”

Then the voices grew more harsh and angry, and Toto, looking through a bush, saw the same ragged men, one of them red-haired, that he had seen before when they robbed the home of the little girl’s grandmother.

“I guess I’d better not let them see me,” thought Toto. “I don’t want to be caught again!” So he slipped around the tramps sitting in the woods, and a little later Toto came within sight of the beaver pond. He saw his brother Sniffy on top of the dam, mending a hole with some clay and grass roots.

“Sniffy! Sniffy! Here I am!” called Toto. “I’m home again!”