“All right,” agreed the old hawk, “but how shall we get him out of the tree?”
“I’m going to smoke him out,” answered Danny Fox. “You wait here while I run home and get my pipe. I’ll puff tobacco smoke into that hollow tree until that little rabbit either hops out or chokes to death.”
THE ESCAPE
“Hurry up,” said Hungry Hawk. “I’ll keep watch while you’re gone.”
“Well, there goes one old robber,” thought the little rabbit. “Now, if I could only get rid of the other,” and he wiggled his pink nose and scratched his ear; pretty soon he thought of a way.
“Mr. Hawk, if you and Danny Fox will let me go, I’ll tell you something.” (You see, the little rabbit was pretending he didn’t know that the old fox had gone after the pipe.)
“What is it?” asked Hungry Hawk.
“There’s a nice fat squirrel in this tree,” answered the little rabbit. “I’ll drive him out of the back door if you’ll promise to let me go.”
“All right,” replied Hungry Hawk; “but wait a minute till I talk it over with Danny Fox,” and he made believe he was whispering to that old robber.