CHAPTER VI
SHARP EYES IS CAPTURED
Don, the kind dog, as soon as he had seen the hunter coming toward the place in the woods where the trap that had caught the fox was set, ran back toward Sharp Eyes.
“What are you going to do?” asked Sharp Eyes.
“I am going to try to help you get loose,” was the answer. “I don’t want to see you taken away by the hunter, and maybe kept until you grow to be a big fox, so they can take off your silver fur. I’m going to try to help you get loose.”
“How?” asked the fox.
“Well, I’ll sort of push you, and you can sort of pull, and maybe you can pull your leg loose from the trap.”
“But it hurts when I pull on it,” said Sharp Eyes.
“No matter,” replied Don. “It is better to be hurt a little on the foot than to be kept a prisoner and maybe be hurt a lot, or even killed, when they take your silver fur. And we must be quick! The hunter will soon be here!”