“Yes, I did,” answered another. “It sounded like a dog barking.”
“It’s in my trap, whatever it is,” said the first boy. “But I don’t believe it’s a dog.”
Of course Sharp Eyes did not understand what the boys were talking about, for he could not talk to them nor could they speak to him. But, very shortly, Sharp Eyes saw four eyes looking down in at him from the top of the cage.
“Oh, something’s in your trap!” cried a boy, whose name was Jack.
“Yes, and it’s a fox—a silver fox!” shouted a boy, whose name was Tom. “Say, this is a fine catch! I can get some money for his fur!”
“You can?” asked Jack.
“I surely can! Silver foxes are worth a lot of money. I never thought I’d get one when I set my trap here, but I have. I’ve caught a dandy silver fox with our old rooster for bait.”
“Didn’t the fox eat the rooster?” asked Jack.
“No, he couldn’t,” replied Tom. “I put the rooster behind a wire screen in one part of my box trap, and left the other end open for a fox to come in. As soon as he did, he knocked down a stick that held the spring door open, and the door shut down and caught the fox.”
“What are you going to do with him?” asked Jack.