“All right, Amy!  All right!  You’re in no danger!”

And Amy sank to the ground while her chums rushed toward her.

“Hold him, Zeke!  Hold him!” cried the farmer, as he came lumbering up.  “Hold on to him!”

“That’s what I’m doin’!” responded the hired man.

“Is th’ gal hurted?  Land sakes, I never knew Nero to act so!” went on the farmer apologetically.  “He must have been teased by some of th’ boys.  Be you hurted, Miss?”

Pale and trembling, Amy arose.  But it was very evident that she had suffered no serious harm, for the dog had not reached her, and she had simply collapsed on the grass, rather than fallen.

The dog, choking and growling, was firmly held by the hired man, who seemed to have no fear of him.

“I’m awfully sorry,” said the farmer, contritely.  “I never knew him to act like that.”

“Some one has tied a lot of burrs on his tail,” called out the hired man.  “That’s what set him off.”

“I thought so.  Well, clean ’em off, and he’ll behave.  Poor old Nero!”

Even now the dog was quieting down, and as the hired man removed the irritating cause of the beast’s anger it became even gentle, whining as though to offer excuses.

“I can’t tell you how sorry I am,” went on the farmer.  “You’re strangers around here, I take it.”

“Yes,” said Betty, “and we lost our way.  We’re going to Rockford.  We must be there to-night.”

“Rockford?”

“Yes, my aunt lives there.”

“And who might your aunt be?”

“Mrs. Palmer.”

“Bill Palmer’s wife?”

“Yes, that’s Uncle Will I guess,” and Betty laughed.

“Pshaw now!  You don’t say so!  Why, I know Bill well.”

The farmer’s wife came bustling out.

“Is the young lady hurt, Jason?  What got into Nero, anyhow?  I never see him behave so!”

“Oh, it was them pesky boys!  No, she’s not hurt.”

Amy was surrounded by her chums.  She was pale, and still trembling, but was fast recovering her composure.

“Won’t you come in the house,” invited the woman.  “We’re jest goin’ t’ set down t’ supper, and I’m sure you’d like a cup of tea.”

“I should love it!” murmured Grace.

“What be you—­suffragists?” went on the woman, with a smile.

“That’s the second time we’ve been taken for them to-day,” murmured Betty, “Do we look so militant?”

“You look right peart!” complimented the woman.  “Do come in?”

Betty, with her eyes, questioned her chums.  They nodded an assent.  Really they were entitled to something it seemed after the unwarranted attack of the dog.

“We ought to be going on to Rockford,” said Betty, as they strolled toward the pleasant farm house.  “I don’t see how we can get there now—­”

“You leave that to me!” said the farmer, quickly.  “I owe you something on account of the way Nero behaved.  Ain’t you ashamed of yourself?” he charged.