Jimmy Rabbit shook his head.
“You come over here!” he answered. And he did not stir from the side of the stranger. He knew very well that Tommy Fox was afraid of the man with the head with the glaring eyes.
As for Tommy Fox, he did not even reply—that is, to Jimmy Rabbit. But he spoke his mind freely enough to his two friends in the tree.
“It seems to me one of you ought to do something,” said he. “We’ll eat no pullets to-night if we can’t get rid of this meddlesome stranger.”
Fatty Coon quite agreed with him.
“The one who was here first is the one to act!” Fatty declared. “That’s you!” he told Solomon Owl.
So Solomon Owl felt most uncomfortable.
“I don’t know what I can do,” he said. “I spoke to the stranger—asked him who he was. And he wouldn’t answer me.”
“Can’t you frighten him away?” Tommy Fox inquired. “Fly right over his head and give him a blow with your wing as you pass!”
Solomon Owl coughed. He was embarrassed, to say the least.