Br’er Fox was obliged to agree that there weren’t no sign of claw. Br’er Rabbit say: “Well, then, if he ain’t got no claw, how’s he going to hurt you, Br’er Fox?”
Br’er Fox took another good look at the track, and then he and Br’er Rabbit put out to follow it up.
They kept on and on, till by-and-by they ran up with the creature. Br’er Rabbit he holler out mighty biggity: “Hallo, there! what you doing?”
The creature look round, but he ain’t saying nothing. Br’er Rabbit say: “Oh, you needn’t look so sulky! We’ll make you talk before we’ve done with you! Come, now, what you doing there?”
The creature rub hisself against a tree just as you see these here house cats rub against a chair, but he ain’t saying nothing. Br’er Rabbit holler: “What you come bothering us for when we ain’t been bothering you? You thinks I don’t know who you is, but I does. I’ll let you know I got a better man here than what my grand-daddy been, and I’ll be bound he’ll make you talk.”
The creature leaned harder against the tree, and sort of ruffled up his bristles, but he ain’t saying nothing. Br’er Rabbit he say: “Go up, Br’er Fox, and if he refuse to speak, slap him down. That’s the way my grand-daddy did. If he dares to run, I’ll just whirl in and catch him.”
Br’er Fox he look sort of dubious, but he start toward the creature. Old Cousin Wildcat walk all round the tree rubbing hisself, but he ain’t saying nothing. Br’er Fox he went up a little nigher. Cousin Wildcat stop rubbing on the tree, and sat upon his behind legs with his front paws in the air, and balances hisself by leaning against the tree, but he ain’t saying nothing.
Br’er Rabbit he squall out: “Oh, you needn’t put up your hands, and try and beg off. That’s the way you fooled my old grand-daddy; but you can’t fool me. All your sitting up and begging ain’t going to help you. Hit him, Br’er Fox! If he runs, I’ll catch him!”
Br’er Fox he sort of took heart. He sidled up toward him, and just as he was making ready to slap him, old Cousin Wildcat drew back, and fetched Br’er Fox a wipe across the stomach.
That there Cousin Wildcat fetched him a wipe across the stomach, and you might have heard him squall for miles and miles. Little more and the creature would have torn Br’er Fox in two. Once the creature made a pass at him, Br’er Rabbit knew what was going to happen, yet all the same he took and hollered: