to his traps, he felt indignation and a longing to lay hands on the man who had violated his rights.
He darted toward the fallen trap. There was the fox! Aliosha, too, was approaching with his shuffling bear's walk; Makar must reach the trap first!
There lay the fallen log and under it glistened the ruddy coat of the captive creature. The fox was scratching at the snow with its paws exactly as Makar had seen it scratch in his dream, and was watching his approach with bright, burning eyes, just as he had dreamt that it would.
"Titima! (Don't touch it!) It is mine!" cried Makar to Aliosha.
"Titima!" came Aliosha's voice like an echo. "It is mine!"
Both men ran up at the same moment, and both began quickly to raise the log, freeing the animal beneath it. As the log was lifted the fox rose too. It gave a little jump, stopped, looked at the two men with mocking eyes, and then, lowering its nose, licked the place that had been caught under the log. This done it hopped gaily away with a farewell flirt of its tail.
Aliosha would have thrown himself after it, but Makar caught him by the coat tails.
"Titima!" he cried. "It is mine!" And he started after the fox.
"Titima!" echoed Aliosha's voice again, and Ma-
