"A fox treed!" repeated Harry, with a laugh, "Whoever heard of such a
thing?"
"I have often read," answered Frank, "that when a fox is hard pressed,
and finds himself unable to escape, he will take advantage of any
place of concealment he can find."
While this conversation was going on, the boys had been running toward
the stump, and, when they reached it, they found Brave with his head
buried in a hole near the ground, now and then giving his tail a jerk,
but otherwise remaining as motionless as a statue.
"What do you think now of the possibility of seeing a fox?" inquired
Frank, turning to Harry.
"I don't believe it yet," said the latter.
"Then how is it that the dogs are here?"
"The fox may have run down here and doubled on his trail, and thus
thrown the dogs off the scent."
"He didn't have time to do that," said Archie, who had divested
himself of his coat, and stood with his ax, ready to cut down the
stump. "He's in here, I'm certain. See how Brave acts."
"It will not take long to find out," said George, who was a good deal
of his brother's opinion that the fox was not in the tree.
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