All this time Old Man Coyote was not so far away as Reddy thought.  He had gone only fat enough to make sure that Reddy couldn’t see him.  Then, creeping along in the blackest of the Black Shadows, he had returned to a place where he could watch Reddy.

“It’s queer that gate should have been left unlocked,” thought Old Man Coyote.  “It may have been an accident, and again it may have been done purposely.  There may not be any danger inside; then again there may.  I’m not going to push that gate open or step inside when there is some one to do it for me.  I’ll just leave it for Reddy Fox to do.”

CHAPTER XIII

THE MISCHIEVOUS LITTLE NIGHT BREEZE

    A little act of mischief can
    Upset the deepest, best laid plan.

    Bowser the Hound.

Reddy Fox was very pleased with himself as he thought how much smarter he was than Old Man Coyote.  He didn’t waste any time in pushing open the henyard gate.  It didn’t enter his head that there might be a trap inside.  He was so eager to find out if the little door where in daytime the hens ran in and out of the henhouse was open, that he jumped inside the henyard just as soon as the gate was pushed open wide enough for him to enter.

Old Man Coyote, watching from his hiding place, saw Reddy push the gate open and enter the henyard.  “So far, so good,” muttered Old Man Coyote to himself.  “There isn’t any trap just inside that gate, so it will be safe enough for me to follow Reddy in there.  I think I’ll wait a bit, however, and see what luck he has in getting into the henhouse.  If he catches a chicken he won’t stop to eat it there.  He won’t dare to.  All I need do is to wait right here around the corner, and if he brings a chicken out, I’ll simply tell him to drop it.  Then I will have the chicken and will have run no risk.”  You see Old Man Coyote is a very, very clever old sinner.

So Old Man Coyote peeked through the wires and watched Reddy Fox, who thought himself so much smarter, steal swiftly across to the henhouse and try that little door.  It was closed, but it wasn’t fastened, as Reddy could tell by poking at it.

“It is just a matter of time and patience,” muttered Reddy to himself.  “If I keep at it long enough, I can work it open.”  You see Reddy had done that very thing once before a great while ago.

So he set himself to work with such patience as he could, and all the time Old Man Coyote watched and wondered what Reddy was doing.  He guessed that Reddy was having some trouble, but also he knew from Reddy’s actions that Reddy hoped to get inside that henhouse.

Now Reddy had left the henyard gate ajar.  If he had pushed it wide open things might have been different.  But he didn’t push it wide open.  He left it only halfway open.  By and by there happened along a mischievous little Night Breeze.  There is nothing that a mischievous little Night Breeze enjoys more than making things move.  This mischievous little Night Breeze found that that gate would swing, so it blew against that gate and blew and blew until suddenly, with a sharp little click, the gate closed and the spring latch snapped into place.  Reddy Fox was a prisoner!