"There's a nice spring of water in the side of Listening Hill. We'd better go over to it and have something to eat, and then we can start out again."
We went to the spring and had a good drink. Then we took out the food that our mothers had put up for us. We munched away, and before long Zab came back.
"I wonder where those other fool dogs are," said Davy.
"Oh, they're all right. They'll come to Dog Lane to-night all b-beat out, and they'll let me alone for a week."
"I tell you what it is," said Davy. "We ought never to have gone on that trail. We ought to have gone to Bear's Hill, just as we started to. There's always some foxes at Bear's Hill that live there, and don't want to leave home. Let's go after them."
After we had eaten our fill we threw the rest of our food on the snow, and Zab gulped it down in no time and had a contented look, probably thinking of those other dogs with their empty bellies.
We started off for Bear's Hill, and Davy said: "This is a different kind of a place. Foxes that you find here belong here."
THE FOX HUNT
We came on a fox track, and Zab started off on it, and we after him. First we went along one side of the hill, then over it, and we had to take off our rackets again. Then along the foot of the hill, and Davy said: "He lives here. We'll get him. Pull off your frock, Ben." And he began to pull off his.