“Oh, it would be a shame to kill that fox just for his fur!” said the camera man. “Why not keep him alive?”
“I paid money for him,” said the hunter, “and I need to get back more money for him.”
“Then I will buy him of you alive,” said the camera man. “I’ll pay you.”
“What will you do with him?” asked the hunter.
“I’ll not kill him,” answered the other. “That would be too bad. I think I will put him in a place where many people can come to look at him. He is a handsome fox, and I’d like to have the boys and girls, as well as grown-ups, see him. Sell him to me alive.”
“I will,” said the hunter, and he did.
By this time Sharp Eyes was quite tame, but he could not be allowed to run around loose. He was let out of his cage, sometimes, but there was a collar around his neck, such as some dogs wear, and a chain was fast to the collar. So Sharp Eyes could go only as far as the chain let him. But this was better than being shut in the wire cage. Sharp Eyes liked it outside.
The camera man bought Sharp Eyes and put him in a large box. Then the box was put on a wagon and once more the silver fox was traveling. Only this time he went a long way.
From the wagon the box, with the silver fox in it, was put on a train (though Sharp Eyes did not know what that was) and taken farther and farther away from the woods.
Sharp Eyes rode on the train in his wooden cage. He was a little frightened, but not very much, for he was used to having men around him now, and some of the trainmen gave him bits of meat to eat and water to drink.