“But he’s trying to get out, Franklin. I can see his ears coming upstairs.”
Franklin ruled out a larger door in the cupola with his square, and began to saw.
“Franklin, he is coming out!”
“Oh, go play with your cats!” said Franklin, impatiently. But Eunice had seen a pair of wicked ears, erect as corn-stalks, peering through the opening where the cupola had been.
“He will get out!” she thought, and grasping his ears firmly, hauled the big fellow into her arms.
Stamper sat very still, as he was fond of Eunice, and simply moved his wide ears back and forth until Franklin began to pound. Then he gave a mighty leap, kicked Eunice in the stomach, and sprang to the ground.
“Franklin!” Eunice gasped; she was too much out of breath to say anything else; and Franklin only answered, “Oh, don’t bother!”
So before Eunice could make him look around, Stamper had given three loud, slow thumps with his legs, a kind of double-back-action kick in the air, and was off across the yard.
“Head him off! head him off!” called Franklin, as he saw the scudding of a white tail. “Round by the alley, quick, quick!”
Eunice ran as fast as she could, but before they could stop him, the rabbit had dodged under a barn and disappeared.