“Don, the dog, will be glad to know this,” went on Toto. “I guess he’ll wish he had helped drive the tramps away himself. Come on! let’s go back and tell Dad and Mr. Cuppy about cutting down the tree and smashing the tramps’ cabin.”
Mr. Beaver, Cuppy, and all the others in the colony were much surprised when Toto and Sniffy told what had happened. Almost all the grown animals, and certainly every one of the boys and girls, went out to see the fallen tree and the smashed cabin.
“Well, you did a lot to help us,” said Cuppy to the two brothers; “but we can’t use that tree in the dam.”
“Why not?” asked Toto.
“Because it fell the wrong way. It would be too much work to dig a canal to it and float it to the dam. It will be easier to cut down another tree. But I don’t know that we shall need any more as long as the tramps have moved away. We need not make our dam any bigger now.”
“Are all the tramps gone?” asked Toto’s mother.
“Yes, every one,” answered Cuppy. He was a wise old beaver, and he knew none of the ragged men were left near what had once been their shack of bark.
So that was another adventure Toto had—driving away the tramps. And if I had told you, at first, that two little beavers, not much bigger than small puppy dogs, could make a number of big, lazy men move, you would hardly have believed me. But it only goes to show in what a strange way things happen in the woods.
