old coat. And Grumpy Weasel knew better than to get within his reach. In fact he turned polite himself, all at once.
"There!" he said. "I got you out of the trap, as I had planned to all the time. I knew that if I could make you jump you'd pull your foot loose."
Well, Peter Mink hardly believed that. But he thought there was no use of saying so.
He was glad enough to escape Farmer Green's hired man's trap without having a dispute over the way it happened.
"I hope you'll keep your promise," Grumpy told Peter Mink. "If Mr. Snowy Owl doesn't leave these parts by April Fool's Day I won't like it very well. You know you agreed to get him away from here by that time."
"Oh! He'll be gone by then," said Peter Mink lightly. "He always leaves
at the end of the winter, because he spends his summers in the Far North."
When he heard that, Grumpy Weasel was angry as anything.
"Then Mr. Owl is likely to be back here next fall," he said quickly.
"I dare say," Peter Mink admitted carelessly.