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"I got you out of the trap, as I had planned to all the time. I knew that if I could make you jump you'd pull your foot loose." Well, Peter Mink hardly believed that. But he thought there was no use of saying so. He was glad enough to escape Farmer Green's hired man's trap without having a dispute over the way it happened. "I hope you'll keep your promise," Grumpy told Peter Mink. "If Mr.
Billy Mink had dived head first into the Dear Little Pool. He spattered water way up onto Reddy Fox, and he frightened old Mr. Frog so that he fell over backwards off the lily pad where he was taking a morning nap right into the water. In a minute Billy Mink climbed out on the other side of the Dear Little Pool and sure enough, he had caught one of the little Trouts.
A breed dog and a male giant for seven mink and a cross fox? Non, I will buy them myself first, and kill them, and use their flesh for dog-feed, and their hides for fools' caps! I will " "Twelve mink and a Number Two Cross," came a voice out of the crowd. "Twelve mink and a Number One," shouted another. "A little better a little better!" wailed Paquette.
You see, he no longer had anything to be really afraid of, for there was no one but Shadow from whom he could not get away by running into his house. Billy Mink was the only other one who could follow him there, and Billy was not likely to come climbing up a tree so close to Farmer Brown's house.
The snarling under the root died away, and as soon as his enemy was gone the Mink dived into the water and was lost to view. These two animals had a second meeting, as Yan had the luck to witness from his watching-place. He had heard the "plop" of a deft plunge, and looked in time only to see the spreading rings near the shore. Then the water was ruffled far up in the pond.
By this time the liquor he had drunk had its full effect, and complete unconsciousness supervened to save him, for a little while, from the realisation of his disgrace. "Who is the mucker, anyway?" asked Barclay Fetters, readjusting his cuffs, which had slipped down in the melee. "He's a chap by the name of Dudley," answered McRae; "lives at Mink Run, between here and Sycamore, you know."
There were marks of wolf, of wolverine, of fox, with smaller prints which could only have been made by little creatures like the mink, ermine, and such tiny fry, that, clad in fur white like the snow, scurried hither and thither through the silent wastes hunting for food, yet finding in many cases swift death through the skill of the trapper. At length the lake was reached.
I observe some of the men among them who wear a girdle arround the waist between which and the body in front they confine a small skin of the mink or polecat which in some measure conceals the parts of generation, they also frequently wear a cap formed of the skin of the deer's head with the ears left on it, they have some collars of leather wrought with porcupine quills after the method of the Shoshonees.
Swift Fawn sat motionless on the river-bank. "Lap, lap," sang the tiny waves as they struck the shore. "Lap, lap," they kept repeating, but the little girl did not heed the soft music. Her mind was too busy with the story White Mink had told her that morning.
If he'd had half the chance that your boy will, he would make his mark. Did you ever see his uncle Malcolm?" The colonel described his visit to Mink Run, the scene on the piazza, the interview with Mr. Dudley, and Peter's story about the hidden treasure. "Is the old man sane?" he asked.
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