Mr. Brown, Bunny, Sue and Splash went on to the village.  They bought the things Mother Brown wanted and then started for camp again.  Nothing much happened on the way back.  Mrs. Brown was told of the visit to Mr. Trimble’s, and how the fox ran out of the smoke-house.

“And now,” said Bunny, as his father finished telling what had happened, “now I’m going up to see if we’ve caught a fox or a ground-hog in my box trap.  Come on, Sue.”

“All right.  I’m coming, Bunny, but if it is a fox or a ground-hog, you won’t let him bite me; will you?”

“Course I won’t, Sue!” said the little fellow, picking up a stick from beside the sleeping-tent.  “Come on!”

Bunny Brown and his sister Sue were soon at the place where Bunny had set the box-trap, with the stone on top to hold it down, in case an animal got beneath.

“Now go easy, Sue!” whispered Bunny, as they crept through the bushes.  “If there’s a fox, or anything else, just going in, we don’t want to scare him away.”

“No,” said Sue.  “I won’t make any noise.”

She walked along quietly behind her brother.  Now they were in sight of the box-trap Bunny had made.

“Is—­is anything in it?” Sue asked.

“Yes, I think so,” her brother answered.  “Don’t make a noise.  The box is down, and I guess something is under it.  I hope it’s a fox.”

“I don’t,” said Sue.  “Foxes bite.”

“Well, you can sell ’em for a lot of money,” argued Bunny.  “And maybe I could train this one.  But maybe it’s only a ground-hog.”

“I don’t like them either,” said Sue, “’cause one bit Splash.”

“Say, what kind of animals do you like?” asked Bunny, turning to look at his sister.  “What would you like me to catch in my trap?”

“A nice kitty cat,” said Sue quickly.  “Then I could have her to play with, and she’d like me and my dolls.  Couldn’t you catch a nice white kitty cat, Bunny?”

Bunny did not answer.  He was looking at his box trap.  His eyes opened widely.

“Oh, look, Sue!” he cried.  “Look!  My trap is moving!  Something big is under the box!”

CHAPTER XXI

BUNKER GOES ASHORE

“Bunny!  Bunny!  I—­I want to go home!” cried Sue.

“What for?” asked her brother.  “It’s nice here, and I’ve got something in the trap, Sue.”

“I know it, Bunny.  I can see it move.  That’s why I want to go back to camp.”

“Are you ’fraid, Sue?”

Sue nodded her head, and clasped closer in her arms the doll she had brought with her.

“Wait until we see what’s in the trap—­under the box,” said Bunny.  “I’ll lift it up and look under.  If it’s a fox I won’t let him out.”

Bunny started toward the box that was still moving slowly about on the big flat rock where Bunny had set his trap.

“Don’t you touch it!” cried Sue.  “Don’t lift up the box, Bunny!”