you were telling me of when you were here? I wish I had him alive and sound to cross with my blues. Bud, I am quite excited about this project. So much so, that I will give you five hundred dollars cash for him if you will capture him alive and deliver him to me. I should want him very soon as the mating season is rapidly passing."
Bud stopped at this point to read the letter over again. Five hundred dollars. He could scarcely believe his eyes. But there it was in cold type. Why, that would be money enough with what he could earn to start him in college, and this was the dream of his life! What a chance, but what a condition! To trap Redcoat and deliver him safe and sound, why one might as well try to trap the West Wind. He had already tried all sorts of traps and had failed in each instance. But the balance of the letter gave Bud a clue, so he read on.
"I do not know just how this is to be done, but here is a suggestion. The blue foxes on the farms in Alaska are trapped in large wire box traps, but of course the blue is
