A moment later Robert was skulking through the barnyard, making a bee line for the blueberry lot and the turnpike. But what made the chickens act so queerly? Mrs. Bantam, with her head cocked on one side, eyed him suspiciously as he crept along, while the great white rooster flew upon the coop and screamed right out, so loud that Robert feared the whole village would hear. “_What-you-going-to-do-oo? What-you-going-to-do-oo?_” Robert did not think best to answer, but was only more eager than ever to move on his journey.