“Dat jackrabbit a-hangin’ yonder done it, suh.”
“But what’s that rabbit got to do with our tracks?”
“Marse Michaels, he must o’ touched dat bunny. Den he know’d it wan’t never trapped today. Dat bunny’s stiff ez er hick’ry log!”
Dorothy and Bill burst into laughter.
“Bet you were scared silly for fear Joyce might examine it and realize that you hadn’t been out tonight!” said Bill.
“Dat’s right, sho’ nuf, Marse Bill.”
“You know, Mr. Michaels may be a big help to us,” remarked Dorothy, yawning unashamedly in their faces this time. “Well, I just can’t hold my head up any longer. Good night, both of you.”
“Good night,” returned Bill and Uncle Abe in unison.
Dorothy took herself off to the back room and bed.