“Size is nothing,� said Killer. “It’s all just a matter of brains.�
“Do you really think so?� she asked in a flattering tone. “Because I know a perfectly wonderful hunting ground if you can manage that awful coon.�
“Coon!� exclaimed Killer. “I’ll show you how I can handle him. Fft! for a coon.�
You ought to have heard the wicked little bird tell him about Nibble Rabbit’s delicious little bunnies. M-m-m! Didn’t his mouth just water for them? But she never said a word about Watch the Dog, or Tommy Peele, or Louie Thomson. She knew if he made trouble for the Woodsfolk he’d just have to fight their friends. But—she didn’t know that these little boys had ever and ever so much more brains than a weasel!
CHAPTER IV
FUR AND FEATHERS PLAN A CAMPAIGN
Next morning the robins were in an awful flutter when they came down to drink. And when a robin is excited he just has to tell everybody all about it—you’ve heard them, lots of times, though you don’t always understand them. Bobby took his bath in a great splatter and then flew over to talk with Watch while he fixed his feathers.
He caught sight of Chaik Jay all huddled up on the bottom branch of a bush. His poor hurt wing, that he struck when he went tail over crest in the black dark, was drooping.
“Whew!� whistled Bobby. “Chaik looks like I feel, too mussed up to know my beak from my back toe-claw. We didn’t sleep a wink last night, over at the roost; terrible things were happening.�
“Quick!� snapped Watch; “what did happen?�
It seemed to him that Killer the Weasel was standing right beside him. He had to sniff to make sure he wasn’t. He was so excited that his back hair was as stiff as it gets when he wants to fight.