"Yes, I really did," replied Mr. Brown. "But I guess you didn't know a fox was in there; did you?"
"No, I didn't," answered the farmer. "He must have gone in during the night, when the door was open. The place sort of smells of meat, you know. Then the door blew shut, and the fox couldn't get out.
"And Splash smelled him!" cried Bunny, who had gotten up and was brushing the dust off. Sue was doing the same thing.
"Yes, your dog smelled the fox," said Mr. Trimble. "That was what made him bark and get all excited."
"I'm going to catch a fox in my trap," said Bunny. "I've got a trap set over by our spring. Maybe this is the fox I'm going to catch," he went on.
"I'm afraid not," said Mr. Brown. "This fox is so scared that he'll run for miles. He'll never come back this way again. Well, we haven't found Tom Vine yet; have we?" and he looked at Bunny and Sue.
"No, and you never will find him," said Mr. Trimble. "Boys are no good. Tom ran
