"Don't you bait it with anything?" asked Charley, who had watched the making of the snare with much interest.
"No, we don't bait un," explained Toby. "'Tis a runway where rabbits goes, and they'll go right through un without bait, and get caught."
"Rabbits must be chumps to walk right into a contraption like that without any reason, when they've miles of space to go around," Charley declared.
"They're wonderful foolish creatures," said Toby. "They never seems to know enough to go around."
Darkness comes early at this season in that northern latitude, and when the boys had set six snares they suddenly became aware that it was nearly sunset. They must set out on their return to the cabin without delay.
"This is the life!" exclaimed Charley, as they turned back. "Seems to me an afternoon never flew so fast!"
"When I'm busy workin' I finds the time does go wonderful fast," agreed Toby. "Havin' you along it went a wonderful lot faster'n when I'm alone, too. 'Tis fine to have you here, Charley!"
"I'm having a great time, too! It's a peck of fun getting off here in the woods away from everything, and setting snares."
"Aye, 'tis that."
"When shall we know whether we have caught anything?"