“What good cross-bars,” said Phonny. “That was an excellent way to make them.”
Chapter VIII.
A Discovery.
While the boys were at work in this manner, Stuyvesant making his ladder, and Phonny his cage, they suddenly heard some one opening the door. Wallace came in. Phonny called out to him to shut the door as quick as possible. Wallace did so, while Phonny, in explanation of the urgency of his injunction in respect to the door, pointed up to the squirrel, which was then creeping along, apparently quite at his ease, upon one of the beams in the back part of the shop.
“Why, Bunny,” said Wallace.
“His name is not Bunny,” said Phonny. “His name is Frink.”
“Frink,” repeated Wallace. “Who invented that name?”
“I don’t know,” replied Phonny, “only Beechnut said that his name was Frink. See the cage I am making for him.”