“Wallace,” exclaimed Phonny, “the squirrel has gone, trap and all.”
“Has it?” said Wallace.
“Yes,” said Phonny; “I left it on that rock, and it is gone.”
So saying Phonny ran to the place and put his foot upon the rock, looking up to Wallace, and added,
“There is the very identical spot where I put it, and now it is gone.”
Wallace seemed at a loss what to think.
“Somebody must have taken him away,” said he.
“Hark!” said Phonny.
Wallace and Phonny listened. They heard the voices of some boys in the woods.
“There they are now,” said Phonny.