down in his boots, for with her words his vision of college suddenly vanished.
"Bud," she said, "you have taken away from Redcoat the thing that he valued most in the world, his freedom. He was born a free fox and a free fox he should be. I just know he would rather take his chances with traps, poison, men and dogs than to be cooped up there on that old fox farm. You and I have got to go to Mr. Jennings and buy him back, and then set him free. There is no other way."
"But, Kitty," expostulated Bud, "I will have to give up going to college."
"It can't be helped," returned the girl. "I just know what I am telling you is the right thing to do. There is no other honorable course. You cannot build your success on Redcoat's misery."
"But Kitty, he's just an ordinary red fox, and it means so much to me."
"I know, Bud, but he isn't just an ordinary red fox. He is a very exceptional fox and he is a sort of friend of mine. I never told you much about it, but I got acquainted
