Fuzzy made a dash the moment the box was raised; but the trapper knew the tricks of rabbits, so the prisoner only dashed into the same net where her mother and Chatter Chuk were confined.
“Three of them! Two rabbits and a squirrel. That’s quite a haul, Charlie,” said the man.
“‘where is my child?’”
The little boy was examining the box.
“Do rabbits gnaw through wood, Father?” he asked.
“No, my son,” was the reply.
“But there is a hole here. And see! There are the splinters upon the ground.”
The man examined the box in turn, somewhat curiously.
“How strange!” he said. “These are marks of the squirrel’s teeth. Now, I wonder if the squirrel was trying to liberate the rabbit.”