remember you gave me one fox skin last year. That made a fine neck piece, but I have no muff."
"Do you want him for a Christmas present, Kit?" asked the boy eagerly. "If you do say the word."
Now Kitty had long wanted a muff. All the other girls at school had one and they were very stylish. So without thinking of Redcoat's part in the bargain, and thinking only of the muff, she cried eagerly, "O Bud, I would dearly like a muff for a Christmas present."
"All right," returned Bud. "He is yours."
Thus it was that Kitty Mason, a kind-hearted girl, who would have shrunk from catching Redcoat in a steel trap herself, and who if she could have seen him thrashing and fighting, with his eyes full of pain and fear, and his jaws dripping foam, would have released him herself, became a party to the steel trap, and set in motion another grave danger to the life and happiness of the Red Hunter.
