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Updated: May 29, 2025
It was in this KEKEK that Miki had killed the fisher-cat the previous morning. It was empty now. Even the bait-peg was gone, and there was no sign of a trap. A quarter of a mile farther on he came to a second trap-house, and this also was empty. He was a bit puzzled. And then he went on to the third house.
For another third of a mile he followed Le Beau's tracks. He sensed the presence of a new and thrilling danger, and yet he did not turn off the trail. An impulse which he was powerless to resist drew him on. He came to a second trap, and this time he robbed the bait-peg without springing the thing which he knew was concealed close under it. His long fangs clicked as he went on.
It was a poison-bait, to be set for wolves and foxes. Le Beau chuckled exultantly as he stuck the deadly lure on the end of the bait-peg. "OW, a wild dog," he growled. "I will teach him. To-morrow he will be dead." On each of the five ravished bait-pegs he placed a strychnine capsule rolled in its inviting little ball of fat.
Death had missed him by a hair, and after a little he staggered to his feet and continued on his way to the windfall. Thereafter Jacques Le Beau might place a million poison capsules in his way and he would not touch them. Never again would he steal the meat from a bait-peg.
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