nings soothingly. "That is wire netting. I guess you never saw any before."
No, Redcoat had never seen anything like this in his whole life. It was too difficult for him to assay while they were looking, but he would break through it later on, so he slunk into a corner and cowered on the ground.
"Great Cæsar," cried Mr. Jennings excitedly now he could fairly see the newcomer. "It is the Phantom Fox all right. My, but he is a beauty. Bud, this is a wonderful piece of work you have done for me. I am more pleased than you can possibly know."
"I am glad if you are satisfied," said Bud, "but I guess I had better be getting back home. It will take me until midnight."
Mr. Jennings tried to have Bud spend the night with him, but he would not hear of it. He was too eager to get home and tell the good news to Kitty and his folks. So after Mr. Jennings had counted out five crisp one hundred dollar bills, Bud jumped into the truck and stepped on the gas.
