"Rabbits must be chumps to walk right into a contraption like that without any reason, when they"ve miles of s.p.a.ce to go around," Charley declared.
"They"re wonderful foolish creatures," said Toby. "They never seems to know enough to go around."
Darkness comes early at this season in that northern lat.i.tude, and when the boys had set six snares they suddenly became aware that it was nearly sunset. They must set out on their return to the cabin without delay.
"This _is_ the life!" exclaimed Charley, as they turned back. "Seems to me an afternoon never flew so fast!"
"When I"m busy workin" I finds the time does go wonderful fast," agreed Toby. "Havin" you along it went a wonderful lot faster"n when I"m alone, too. "Tis fine to have you here, Charley!"
"I"m having a great time, too! It"s a peck of fun getting off here in the woods away from everything, and setting snares."
"Aye, "tis that."
"When shall we know whether we have caught anything?"
"We"ll come and look at un first thing in the marnin"."
"I can"t wait to see!"
""Twill be more fun when we sets marten and fox traps. I"m goin" to ask Dad to let us have some traps, and we can trap together, and I"m not doubtin" we"ll be gettin" some fur. We"ll be partners."
"That"ll be great! When can we start setting them?"
"When we comes back from goin" with Dad to his path."
"Where are we going now? We"re not going the way we came."
"I"m takin" a short way through the timber. We may see some pa"tridges."
They walked for a few minutes in silence, when Toby, who was in the lead, suddenly stopped, and examined the snow at his feet.
"What is it?" asked Charley in excitement, as Toby pointed to some large tracks in the snow.
Toby, looking in the direction in which the tracks led, said nothing for a moment. They were large tracks--nearly large enough for those of a bear, and the steps taken by the animal that made them were short steps.
"What tracks are they?" Charley repeated, with bated breath. "Are they wolf tracks or bear tracks?"
"They looks something like bear tracks, but "tis not a bear made un,"
answered Toby. ""Tis not heavy enough for a bear, and bear tracks has nail marks. This un has no nail marks. A bear steps longer, too. "Tis the track of a lynx, I"m thinkin"."
"Is a lynx dangerous?" asked Charley, a strange tingle chasing up and down his spine.
"They"re not like to be unless they gets cornered," said Toby. "Anything fights when "tis cornered. Even a fox would do that. This track is fresh. "Twere just made. I"m thinkin" the lynx is handy by, and we might get a shot at un. He"s around huntin" rabbits. Let"s follow he."
"All right, I"m for it!" agreed Charley, quite excited at the prospect of a lynx hunt.
The two boys set forward in silence, following the well defined trail left by the animal. They had gone but a short distance when Toby stopped and pointed at a red-stained and trampled place in the snow, with some bits of fur lying about.
"He kills a rabbit here," whispered Toby. "See how fresh "tis. That stick is fresh wet with the rabbit"s blood. "Tis sure a lynx. "Tis the only beast makin" that big track that kills rabbits. I knows now "tis a lynx."
"It must be _very_ near!" whispered Charley, his heart beating fast.
"We"re like to see he any minute," agreed Toby. "He"s right handy. We"ll have to be keepin" wonderful quiet now."
"Will he run when he sees us?" asked Charley anxiously.
"He"s not like to run at first. "Tis the way of the lynx to stop and look before he goes, but "twould be easy to lose sight of he and lose a shot here in the timber."
Never was Charley more excited. They continued on the trail with increased caution. In every dark shadow Charley fancied he saw the figure of a crouching beast about to spring upon them. He knew that a lynx was a big cat, and he could not but wonder if, in spite of Toby"s a.s.surance, it would not attack them from ambush. He had seen fierce panthers in the zoo at home, and with every step the lynx grew in his imagination to the proportions of the panther.
He recalled a story he had read of an attack a lynx had made upon a hunter, and the more he thought of it the surer he was that at any moment he would feel the lynx upon his back clawing and tearing at his throat. Afraid, wild eyed, and peering into every shadowy recess as they advanced, he still had no thought of deserting Toby. Come what might, he was determined to see the adventure through. In this he was heroic. One who faces danger without fear or appreciation of the danger displays no bravery. But he who faces danger, drawn on by duty as Charley felt it his duty now to stick by the side of Toby, believing himself in great peril, but still not flinching, is truly brave.
The sun had dropped behind the western hills, and the first hint of twilight was settling among the trees, when Toby without warning halted and froze where he stood. Then it was that Charley saw in the shadows ahead two eyes glowing like b.a.l.l.s of fire and the outlines of a great crouching creature.
IX
THE FAR WILDERNESS
Deliberately Toby raised his rifle to his shoulder, so deliberately that Charley was sure the lynx would spring upon them before Toby could fire.
Charley held his breath, and then Toby"s rifle rang out. The lynx gave a feeble lunge, and the next instant lay crumpled in a heap.
"We got un! I knocked un over!" cried Toby exultantly as the two ran forward to the prostrate animal.
"That was a fine shot!" Charley shouted, quite beside himself with excitement, and now breathing freely again.
"He"ll be a fine surprise for Dad!" exclaimed Toby, surveying the carca.s.s with vast pride. "Won"t he and Mother be glad of un! The fur"s not prime, but "twill be fair, and "tis the first fur we gets this year!"
"He won"t kill any more of our rabbits!" Charley boasted, touching the furry coat of the dead animal.
"The one he kills back there where we sees un, were the last un for he," agreed Toby.
"How"ll we carry it?" asked Charley.
""Twill be easy to carry he," a.s.sured Toby. "I"ll show you how easy "tis."
Now that the lynx was harmless to attack, and lay quiet and motionless at their feet, Charley discovered that it was a much smaller animal than he had thought when he saw its eyes and its crouching form in the shadows. Still he had no desire to meet a lynx alone in the forest, though Toby still insisted that the animal would have made no attack, and would have slipped away from them had he failed in his aim.
Toby drew the twine from his pocket, and tied together the front legs, just above the padded feet, wrapping the twine around the legs several times, and tying it in a secure knot. The hind legs were tied in similar manner. Then cutting a stiff pole, and tr.i.m.m.i.n.g off the branches with the ax, he ran the pole between the front and hind legs, with the two ends protruding.
"Now," said Toby, "and you takes one end of the pole on your shoulder, I"ll take the other on mine and we"ll carry he in between us."
"I never would have thought of doing it that way," said Charley admiringly. "That"s dead easy!"
It was dusk when they reached the cabin, and the lynx was growing heavy to Charley"s unaccustomed shoulder, and both boys were tired and happy with the day"s adventure.