"Set it up carefully," whispered Eph McCormick; "Joe's watching us."
"We've got one rabbit, anyhow."
"I say, what's become of Whip?"
"Never mind, boys. Hurry this thing together again."
So they did, and they were so intent on repairing the mischief they had done that they did not see what Josephus and the two dogs were doing meantime.
"I've got him!"
They were all standing back and looking at their work to see if it was just as good as it had been before it tumbled, when they heard Joe shouting that to them from the other side of the field.
"I've got him! I wouldn't give much for a lot of boys that can't catch rabbits without tearing the corn to pieces. Send in the little dog every time, and wait till the rabbit comes out. The big dog's bound to catch him if you give him a fair chance."
"That's what we'll do," said Tad. "Joe's picking up his pumpkin. He's all right."
No doubt he was, but he would much rather have staid with them in the corn field than have carried that great yellow ball half a mile to the house.