"Well," he said as he corked up the bottle, "it is a long shot, but I am going to try it. It is the only chance I have got to save the red fox and at the same time help myself."
"But you promised Kitty not to trap Redcoat," said the still small voice.
"Well," retorted Bud, "this is not trapping him in the usual sense, besides it is getting him out of the way for his own good. I am sure that Kitty would approve if I were to explain to her."
For a couple of hours Bud's family heard him hammering away in the barn and when he finally came in and went to bed Mr. Holcome could only elicit from him that he had been making something. But the something that he had made was a large box trap, three feet long, two feet high, and twenty inches wide. It was all complete even to the spindle and Bud had hidden it in the hayloft, and as he went to bed he set his alarm clock for four o'clock. He would be up and away to the mountain long before the rest of the family were astir. It was a
