“Yes, it’s bigger,” said Janet.
Neither of them stopped to think that it might be dangerous for a small boy to crawl into a hollow log after a fox. For though a fox is rather a cowardly creature, slinking around only at night to catch hens out of the coop, still a fox has sharp teeth, and, cornered in a hollow log, one would make a savage fight to get away.
“I’ll crawl in and get him,” said Ted, as he and his sister reached the hollow log. “You stand at the other end,” he directed Janet, “and if he comes out there, grab him!”
“Won’t he bite?” asked Janet.
“Oh, no!” declared Ted. And that was all he knew about it!
“Maybe you’d better poke a long stick in and drive him out that way,” suggested Janet. “It’s better’n crawling in.”
Ted thought of this for a moment.
“I’ll try it,” he agreed.
He thrust the longest pole he could find into the hollow log, but no fox ran out the other end into the waiting hands of Janet.
“I guess I can’t quite reach him,” decided Ted. “I’ll crawl in after him.”