ling stuff, he started for a ten minute walk out and in among the spruces and through the thickets where Redcoat would be most likely to go. The fox charm was so pungent that Bud could actually follow his own back track merely from his sense of smell. Surely Redcoat could not miss this trail, if the charm had any such alluring power for foxes as it was said to possess. Then Bud returned to the trap and poured the remaining contents of the bottle on the rope and started on his return trip down the mountain. Half a mile from home he hung the rope up in a tree, deposited the empty bottle in a crevice in the rocks, and took off his shoes and hid them. He knew it would never do to return home with such a scent upon his person.
Bud was so excited that he could scarcely work that day. All the time he was thinking of his plans and wondering if the fox charm would work. The capture of Redcoat meant so much, not only to the fox himself but also to Bud.
On this same morning, while Bud Hol-
