"No. Wan tam I trap um, an' wan tam I shoot um—an' he com' back an' yell."
"Where did you trap him? At the hole that goes under the rocks?"
"No. Wan tam I trap um on de shore of de lak'. An' wan tam I watch um com' out de hole an' shoot um."
"But the one you trapped—how do you know that it was the same one? There's lots of foxes over there."
"Yes, I trap odder wans, too. Kin tell de fox dat yell. He wear de collar."
"Wears a collar!" cried the boy. "What do you mean? Are you crazy?"
"No. He tamahnawus fox. He wear de collar."
"What kind of a collar?"
"Ermine skin collar—always he got it on."
"Look here," exclaimed Connie, shortly. "Are you lying to me? Do you expect me to sit here and believe any such rot as that? Did you save the collars? I want to look at 'em."