"It would puzzle a musquash to get out of my trap. I'd fix it so that it would go off if he touched it with a whisker."
"I don't know how," said Bertie.
Jack gladly offered his services. Here was a chance to make a small payment on account.
"If you would be so kind, and not mind my speaking cross just now."
"That's nothing," returned Jack, shortly. "Now if I can find anything to 'couter' with."
He searched his pockets and brought up a coil of wire, some string, a file, a pair of pincers, and so many different articles that Bertie laughingly inquired if he was a travelling tool-chest.
"Pockets is handy," said Jack, "if they ain't holey. Whenever I come across anything, I jest drops it in."
And so he did. Many things went into Jack's pockets that did not belong there.
"Now hand us the trap, and we will get ready for the musquash."
"Will he come again, do you think?"