"What's the matter?" asked Frank.
"Why, just look at that, and tell me if you ever heard of a more contemptible trick!" exclaimed Leon.
Frank looked, but could discover nothing to excite his cousin's anger. All he saw was a low fence, built of twigs, which stretched away on each side of him as far as his eyes could reach. At intervals of a dozen feet or more were little openings about six inches wide, and it was in these openings that the snares had been set.
The last time Leon was there the snares were all in perfect order, and ready to catch any luckless grouse or hare which might attempt to pass through the openings before spoken of.
But now there was not a single snare to be seen. The strings of which they were made had all been removed.
"It's the meanest piece of business I ever heard of!" continued Leon, backing toward a fallen log and seating himself upon it. "That meddlesome Oscar Preston has been up here and destroyed all my work. I wish I could get within reach of him for about two minutes. I'd teach him to mind his own business!"
Leon struck his open palm with his clenched hand, and looked very savage indeed.