“Hello!” he exclaimed. “How’d they get across there? Surely, they didn’t jump that distance.”
Spotted Tail, to whom this was addressed, replied:
“You should know by this time that a rabbit never jumps a stream that he can get across any other way.”
Bumper nodded and smiled. “Still, I don’t see how else they got across.”
Spotted Tail said indifferently:
“Oh, I suppose they crossed on Mr. Beaver’s house.”
This remark caused Bumper to reflect. He had heard of Mr. Beaver, but he wasn’t sure just what kind of an animal he was. And his house was more of a mystery to him than anything else.
“On Mr. Beaver’s house?” he asked, before thinking. “Oh, you mean—”
He stopped in confusion, and Spotted Tail smiled gleefully.
“You mean what?” he asked, his eyes twinkling wickedly. “Don’t you know what kind of a house Mr. Beaver builds?”