Hector was looking at its claws, which were nearly two inches long.
"McKinstry, what do these animals eat?"
"Well, if you were alone here in the woods, I think likely they'd eat a Scotchman."
"I was a thinking that same thing myself."
We skinned the bob-cat, and cut off some of his flesh with which to bait the trap, and then we carried the trap back, and set and baited it again.
We found nothing in our other traps till we came to the spot where the seventh one had been, and that had disappeared.
We followed the trail, and finally saw the cat on a stump among some bushes. McKinstry shot it. It jumped at us, but fell dead.
It was like the other, and weighed something over thirty pounds, though it looked much heavier on account of its long fur.
We skinned it, and set and baited the trap again. The last trap had not been touched.
As we were going back, Amos said: "What a p-pity Davy Fiske c-couldn't have been with us. He'd have talked of this all his life."