had ever smelled, this scent had in an instant become the most obnoxious smell he knew of.
There was no mistaking the one who had done this thing. It was the same man creature he had seen so often upon the farm. The one he knew best of all. The man who had caught his paw in the strange trap which he had hidden in the river. The one who had caught his tongue on the railroad track and then had pointed the thunder stick at him. The one who had come so near to getting him on several occasions. He had known all the time that it was he whom he was following. His unmistakable scent was in every footprint up the side of the mountain. The box trap fairly reeked with it, now Redcoat had gotten his sense back and smelled with his old keen intelligence. Yes, it was he who had caught him in this strange house. A house which did not hurt him, but simply held him and did not let him go. That dreadful man had taken away his wits by this horrible smelling stuff. He had caused him to lose all his
