Much against his will Reddy obeyed.  “It isn’t the least bit of use,” he grumbled, as he trotted towards the Big River.  “There won’t be anything there.  It is just a waste of time.”

Late that afternoon he came hurrying back, and Granny knew by the way that he cocked his ears and carried his tail that he had news of some kind.  “Well, what is it?” she demanded.

“I found a dead fish that had been washed ashore,” replied Reddy.  “It wasn’t big enough for two, so I ate it.”

“Anything else?” asked Granny.

“No-o,” replied Reddy slowly; “that is, nothing that will do us any good.  Quacker the Wild Duck was swimming about out in the open water, but though I watched and watched he never once came ashore.”

“Ha!” exclaimed Granny.  “That is good news.  I think we’ll go Duck hunting.”

CHAPTER II:  Granny And Reddy Fox Go Hunting

   When you’re in doubt what course is right,
   The thing to do is just sit tight.
      — Old Granny Fox.

Jolly, round, bright Mr. Sun had just got well started on his daily climb up in the blue, blue sky that morning when he spied two figures trotting across the snow-covered Green Meadows, one behind the other.  They were trotting along quite as if they had made up their minds just where they were going.  They had.  You see they were Granny and Reddy Fox, and they were bound for the Big River at the place where the water ran too swiftly to freeze.  The day before Reddy had discovered Quacker the Wild Duck swimming about there, and now they were on their way to try to catch him.

Granny led the way and Reddy meekly followed her.  To tell the truth, Reddy hadn’t the least idea that they would have a chance to catch Quacker, because Quacker kept out in the water where he was as safe from them as if they were a thousand miles away.  The only reason that Reddy had willingly started with Granny was the hope that he might find a dead fish washed up on the shore as he had the day before.

“Granny certainly is growing foolish in her old age,” thought Reddy, as he trotted along behind her.  “I told her that Quacker never once came ashore all the time I watched yesterday.  I don’t believe he ever comes ashore, and if she knows anything at all she ought to know that she can’t catch him out there in the water.  Granny used to be smart enough when she was young, I guess, but she certainly is losing her mind now.  It’s a pity, a great pity.  I can just imagine how Quacker will laugh at her.  I have to laugh myself.”

He did laugh, but you may be sure he took great pains that Granny should not see him laughing.  Whenever she looked around he was as sober as could be.  In fact, he appeared to be quite as eager as if he felt sure they would catch Quacker.  Now old Granny Fox is very wise in the ways of the Great World, and if Reddy could have known what was going on in her mind as she led the way to the Big River, he might not have felt quite so sure of his own smartness.  Granny was doing some quiet laughing herself.