"But how?" asked the King.
Nobody answered for a time. Killing, except because of hunger, was a new thing to them; no one wanted to have the slaying of Lynx upon his conscience--the role of executioner was undesirable.
"He shall die after the manner of his Father,--by the Snare, and by the means of Man, which is just," announced Carcajou, presently.
"But François has gone, and the Man-Cub traps not," objected the Red Widow.
"He did not trouble to take up the Snares, though, Good Dame," affirmed Wolverine; "I know of three."
"You know of three, and didn't spring them?" queried Jack, incredulously.
"There was no Bait--only the vile smelling Castoreum," answered Carcajou, disdainfully. "And there was also a chance that Pisew might poke his traitorous head through one--I guard not for that Sneak."
"But how will you induce Pisew to thrust his worthless neck into the Snare?" asked Black King.
"There is some of the Fat-eating still left, Your Majesty," returned Carcajou, "and I'll forfeit a piece as Bait."
"That should tempt him," asserted the King.