"Oh, any wild animals that happened to come prowlin' around."
"Name some of 'em," Gizzard persisted.
"Woodchucks, foxes,—skunks—"
"Say," interrupted Gizzard, "you can have my share of all the skunks you catch in that net! But I won't help you. You couldn't fool the p'fessor on a skunk, anyway! He'd jus' get out his little magnifyin'-glass and hold it over a skunk for about a minute— And besides—"
"All right," Sube agreed; "we won't catch any skunks if you don't want to. But we could! And hey! I got a name!"
"What?"
"Let's call it Cane & Tobin—Big Game!"
And although Gizzard felt that the euphonic effect of Tobin & Cane would have been an improvement, he acquiesced.
The new concern opened for business at once, and within half an hour had made its first capture. The hunters were stealing cautiously past a neighbor's garden, carrying the net between them, when Sport, Sube's dog, chased a large tiger cat out from between the rows of corn and directly into the net. The boys did little except to drop the net and keep out of reach of the snarling, spitting, clawing beast until it had become involved beyond possibility of escape.
Carefully carrying the net on two sticks, they bore their prey to their place of business, where they made ready for his accommodation a cage that had once housed a thriving family of rabbits. Before attempting to incarcerate him, however, they formally christened him Gyp the Blood.