"Is he there yet?" asked War Chief No. 2.
"You just bet he is. Why, he has half an acre of clover all eat up."
"Let's try to get him," said Yan. "Can we find him?"
"Well, I should say so. I never come by but I see the old feller. He's so big he looks like a calf, an' so old an' wicked he's gray-headed."
"Let's have a shot at him," suggested the Woodpecker. "He's fair game. Maybe your Paw'll give us a quarter each if we kill him."
[281] Guy snickered. "Guess you don't know my Paw," then he giggled bubblously through his nose again.
Arrived at the edge of the clover, Sam asked, "Where's your Woodchuck?"
"Right in there."
"I don't see him."
"Well, he's always here."