“If we cut that down all by ourselves, it will help make the dam much bigger,” he said. “But we can’t cut it in one day, Toto.”
“No, nor in two days,” answered the other. “It may take us a week. But we can do it.”
After that, each day, Toto and Sniffy slipped off by themselves and went to the place near the camp of the tramps. There the two beaver boys gnawed and gnawed and gnawed away at the tree they were cutting down. And they worked so quietly that none of the tramps heard them.
One day the big tall tree was almost cut through.
“We shall finish gnawing it down in about an hour,” said Sniffy.
“Yes,” agreed Toto, “it will soon fall.”
“And shall we whack on the ground with our tails to signal for danger?” Sniffy wanted to know.
“We had better; yes,” agreed Toto. “We can’t tell but what some of the other beavers may be around here, though I haven’t seen any.”
So the two boy animals gnawed and gnawed some more, and soon the tree began to topple slowly to one side.