this wise old fox had given the pups to understand that those things which they did not have to work for often were not good for them. If they killed their meat they could be sure it was all right, but if it was killed for them and placed under their noses, then look out.
But Redcoat had partly forgotten this lesson. In fact, the old fox's untimely death at the hand of Bud Holcome had interrupted the education of the fox family. Besides, Redcoat was very hungry this morning and the meat smelled so tempting. Something inside him seemed to say beware. His good nose told him that the meat might possibly have come from the hand of his enemy man, but he was so hungry. Finally, after nosing one of the pieces for several seconds, he swallowed it hastily and it seemed to do him no harm; so he gobbled down the other pieces, took a good drink at the spring, and hurried away. It was not long however before a queer sensation came over him. He became dizzy. There was a prickling, tingling sensation in his nerves, and soon this
