“Why not?” he asked.

“’Cause the fox might get out and bite us.  Let it alone.”

Bunny stood still and looked at the box.  It had stopped moving for a while.  Then it began again, going about in a sort of circle.

“Why—­why!” cried Sue.  “It’s just like Blind Man’s Buff!”

And, really, that is how the box moved about, just like some boy or girl, with a handkerchief tied over his or her eyes, trying to move about to catch someone, and yet trying not to bang into a tree or the fence.

“The fox, woodchuck, or whatever it is under my box,” said Bunny Brown, “can’t see which way he’s going.  That’s why the box jiggles around so funny.  But I’m going to see what’s under it.”

“If you lift it up, I’m going back to camp,” declared Sue, turning back.

“But I want to see what it is!” cried Bunny.  “I’ve caught an animal, and I want to look at it!”

You remember I told you he had fixed up a box, raised at one end by a little stick.  Under the box were some good things to eat, such as animals and birds like.  Bunny had tied a long string to the stick, and he and Sue had hid in the bushes, ready to pull the string, pull out the little stick, and let the box trap fall down on whatever was eating the bait.

But all Bunny caught were some sparrows, which he let go.  Then he had set the trap again, and had gone off.  Now there was something under the box, that was sure.

“How do you think it got caught, Bunny?”

“I guess the fox—­or whatever it is—­crawled under the box to get the cake crumbs, and he bumped against the stick, knocked it away, and the box came down on him,” Bunny said.  “Sue, I do want to see what I’ve caught.”

“You—­you might get bit,” his sister said.

Bunny thought that over for a minute.

“I know how I could do it,” he said.

“How?” Sue wanted to know.

“I could get a long stick, and lift the box up with that.  Then as soon as the fox came out, we could run, and we wouldn’t be near enough for him to bite us.”

“Oh, Bunny!  That would be a good way, I’ll stay and watch if you do it like that.”

Bunny found a long pole, like a fishing rod.  Holding this out in front of him, he walked toward the box.  He tried to raise it up, but the stone on top made it too heavy.

“Push off the stone first,” said Sue.

Bunny had not thought of that.  With two or three shoves of his pole he knocked the stone off the top of the box.  Then, once more, he tried to raise his trap to see what was under it.

All at once the children heard some one calling: 

“Bunny!  Sue!  Where are you?”

“That’s Bunker Blue,” said Bunny.

“Here we are!” answered Sue.  “Bunny’s got something in his trap!  Come and help us get it, Bunker.”

There was a noise in the bushes, a dog barked, and along came the red-haired boy and Splash.  The box was moving about more quickly now, for the heavy stone was not on top.