“Why,” declared Jack Rabbit, “I should say I will, if I can. But how can I help? All you need to do is to tell me what to do and I will do it.”
“Don’t be too sure you will,” Doctor Rabbit warned in a friendly way. “What I want you to do has some danger in it. Are you much afraid of Farmer Roe’s Yappy?”
“Why, why, of course,” Jack Rabbit hesitated; “that is, I—I—wouldn’t want to fight him!”
“Ha, ha, ha!” Doctor Rabbit couldn’t keep from laughing at the idea of Jack Rabbit’s fighting Yappy.
“I don’t want you to fight him,” Doctor Rabbit said, “but would you be willing to let him chase you?”
“Surely,” exclaimed Jack Rabbit quickly. “I’ve given him the slip many a time.”
“Suppose,” said Doctor Rabbit, “that Yappy and one of his dog friends both should get after you, could you get away?”
“Yes, sir,” Jack Rabbit said; “I’ve given both of those hounds the slip. They are just fox hounds, and I’m not the least bit afraid when they get after me. But what has that to do with driving Ki-yi Coyote away?”
Mr. Jack Rabbit began to dance a little jig of joy