Many times over he very nearly caught a fox.
Skookum did not know that these wily ones were playing with him;
but they were, and enjoyed it immensely.
The self-sufficient cur never found this out, and never lost a
chance of nearly catching a fox. The men did not see those
autumn chases because they were by night; but foxes hunt much by
day in winter, perforce, and are often seen; and more than once
they witnessed one of these farcical races.
And now the shining white furnished background for a much more
important affair.
It was near sundown one day when a faint fox bark was heard out
on the snow-covered ice of the lake.
"That's for me," Skookum seemed to think, and jumping up, with a
very fierce growl, he trotted forth; the men looked first from
the window. Out on the snow, sitting on his haunches, was their
friend, the big, black silver fox.
Quonab reached for his gun and Rolf tried to call Skookum, but it
was too late. He was out to catch that fox; their business was
to look on and applaud. The fox sat on his haunches, grinning
apparently, until Skookum dashed through the snow within twenty
yards.
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