"Well, it did all right," announced Bert "I guess we'd better let Snap out now," he said, for the dog was barking loudly, and trying to break out of the packing box of which his cage was made. Snoop's cage was broken, where the black cat had forced his way out. "His tail must have been hanging down through the bars," explained Bert, "and the gobbler came along and nipped it. That made Snoop mad, and he got out and clawed the turkey." "I guess that was it," agreed Harry. "Well, we had fun anyhow, if Snoop and the turkey did have a hard time." Snoop was soon dry again, and not much the worse for what had happened to him. The gobbler, except for the loss of a few feathers, was not hurt. But after that the turkey and cat kept well out of each other's way. Everyone voted the show a great success, and the children planned to have another one before they left Meadow Brook farm. But the Bobbsey twins did not know all that was in store for them before they went back to the city. One day, when they were all seated at dinner in the pleasant Bobbsey farmhouse, Uncle Daniel paused, with a piece of pie half raised on his fork, and said: "Hark!" "What's the matter?" asked Aunt Sarah. "Did you think you heard the old ram coming again?" "No, but it sounded like thunder," replied her husband, "and if it's going to rain I must hurry, and get those tomatoes picked." "I heard something, too," said Mr. Bobbsey. "So did I," spoke up Freddie. "Maybe it's the old black bull down in the pasture." "No. There it goes again!" said Uncle Daniel. "It must be thunder!" There sounded a dull distant booming noise, that was repeated several times. Uncle Daniel got up hastily from the table and went to the door. "Not a cloud in the sky," he remarked, "and yet that noise is growing louder." It was, indeed, as they all could hear. "It's guns, that's what it is," declared Bert "It sounds like Fourth of July." "That's what it does," agreed his cousin Harry. "It's back of those hills. I'm going to see what it is." "So am I!" cried Bert. The boys had finished their dinners, and now started off on a run in the direction of the booming sounds. "Come along," said Uncle Daniel to Mr. Bobbsey. "We may as well go also." "I want to come!" cried Freddie. "Not now," said his mother. "Wait until papa comes back." Mr. Bobbsey, with his brother and the two boys, soon reached the top of the hill. All the while the sound like thunder was growing louder. Then puffs of smoke could be seen rising in the air. "What can it be?" asked Bert. "I can't imagine," answered Harry. They saw, in another minute, what it was. Down in a valley below them was a crowd of soldiers, with cannon and guns, firing at one another. The soldiers were divided into two parties. First one party would run forward, and then the other, both sides firing as fast as they could. "It's a war!" cried Bert. "It's a battle!"