Soon two more beavers appeared carrying poles. A crash in the woods off to her right told her that another sapling had fallen. If beavers worked only at night, these animals were breaking the rules. Judy watched them for half an hour and then, as suddenly as they had appeared, the beavers vanished. Something had startled them. Was it Blackberry?
“Here, kitty! Kitty! Kitty!” Judy began to call.
“Quiet!” a voice hissed from the tree overhead.
Judy looked up to see Danny looking more like a wood sprite than ever in his green jacket. His eyes pierced through her as if they were accusing her of invading his private world.
“I was only calling my cat,” she started to explain.
“He won’t come.” Danny declared.
“Why not?” Judy wanted to know.
“Because I trapped him. That’s why. I’ll trap anything or anybody who goes in that house without my father’s permission,” declared Danny. “I plugged up the hole and trapped him. That’s what I did.”
“That’s cruel!” cried Judy. “He’s only a cat. I’m going right back there this minute and let him out.”
“No, you’re not!” Danny sprang down from the tree and seized her arm, but not before she found the “ghost picture” and held it before his face. She didn’t care if she did give him a jolt. All her sympathy on him had been wasted.