Hey! how he scudded!—but with our old "Ring"
Sharp after him—and father after "Ring"—
We after father, near as we could hold!
And father noticed that the fox kept just
About four feet ahead of "Ring"—just that—
No farther, and no nearer! Then he said:—
"There are young foxes in that tree back there,
"A big, hollow, old oak-tree, which had been blown down by a storm."