Chunky drew back.
"If some one will hold my end of the line I'll attend to that little matter," said Tad.
"I guess it's time I did something around here," interjected Ned.
"What do you want me to do, Mr. Nance?"
"Take your rope, watch your opportunity and rope the forward legs. After that is done have somebody hold the rope while you tie the feet securely together."
Ned roped the feet without further question, then handing the line to Walter Perkins, he calmly tied together the feet of the snarling, spitting beast. The same was done with the hind feet, though the latter proved to be much more dangerous than the forward feet. But the mouth of the animal was still free. He could bite and he did make desperate efforts to get at his captors. They took good care that he did not reach them. Chunky suggested that they pull the cat's teeth, so he couldn't bite. Tad wanted to know if they couldn't put a muzzle on.
"The question is what are you going to do with him, now that you have him?" demanded the Professor.
"That's the first sane word that's been spoken since we arrived here," grinned Nance.
"We are going to take him back to camp, of course," declared Tad.
"Of course we are. Don't you understand, we're going to take him back to camp," affirmed Stacy.
"What's your plan, Butler?" asked Nance.