The astonishing scene changed in a twinkling; and Jabe realized that the Boy was shaking him.
“A nice one to watch beavers, you are!” cried the Boy, angry and disappointed.
“Why––where’ve they all gone to?” demanded 82 Jabe, rubbing his eyes. “They’re the most interestin’ critters I ever hearn tell of!”
“Interesting!” retorted the Boy, scornfully. “So interesting you went to sleep! And you snored so they thought it was an earthquake. Not another beaver’ll show a hair round here to-night. We’d better go home!”
Jabe grinned sheepishly, but answered never a word; and silently, in Indian file, the Boy leading, the two took the trail back to camp.
CHAPTER VI
The Peril of the Traps
AT breakfast next morning the Boy had quite recovered his good humour, and was making merry at Jabe’s expense. The latter, who was, of course, defenceless and abashed, was anxious to give him something new to think of.