“Well, I’ll leave you here,” said Don to Sharp Eyes, when they had run on through the woods for some distance, after crossing and wading in the brook. “I’ll go and see if I can have any more adventures.”
“Wasn’t helping me one?” asked Sharp Eyes.
“Yes, it was,” answered Don. “And if ever a book is written about you, I hope that part is put in.”
“Oh, there’ll never be a book written about me!” said Sharp Eyes.
But that shows how little he knew about it, doesn’t it?
“Do you think you’ll be all right?” asked Don.
“Oh, yes, thank you. I can get home all right now,” said Sharp Eyes. “I’ll have to limp on three legs for a while, but that’s nothing.”
“It’s better than being held fast in the trap,” said the dog.
“Indeed it is!” agreed the fox.