CHAPTER VI.
A DEADLY SNARE FOR THE MUSK-RAT.
have been in the business, off and on," continued Jack, "ever since I was the size of a hop toad."
"It pays, doesn't it?"
"That depends. Sometimes it does, and then again it don't. It's accordin' to the critter. Mink, now, fitches a fancy price when you can catch 'em. They are a mighty scarce article now-a-days. But rabbits ain't worth shucks. It is a job to skin 'em, they are so tender; and they won't fetch nothing."
"How about musk-rats?"
"If I am lucky enough to catch one, I should like to sell the skin."