I may be mistaken."
"Maybe it's a twamp," put in Trouble, who seemed to be thinking about
them as much as Ted thought about the fallen star.
"Tramps aren't animals," laughed Jan.
"Furry animals, anyway," added Ted.
"Well, you stay here and I'll go see what it was," went on grandpa,
and he started off toward the hollow log with a big club. He was not
gone very long, and when he came back he was laughing, as he had the
night before when Nicknack gave them a scare.
"Just as I thought!" cried the children's grandpa. "It was a big, red
fox in the hollow log."
"And not a bear?" asked Ted.
"Not a bear, Curlytop! Only a fox that was more frightened by you than
you were by him, I guess. I knew it couldn't be a bear."
"How did you get it out of the log?" asked Jan.
"Oh, I just tapped on the log with my club, and Mr. Fox must have
thought it was somebody knocking at his front door. For out he ran,
looked at me with his bright eyes, and then away he ran into the
woods. So you Curlytops needn't be afraid. The fox won't hurt you."
"I'm glad of that," said Jan. "Now let's go fishing, Ted."
"All right," he agreed.
"Can't you take Trouble with you?" asked his mother. "I want to help
Nora and grandpa do a little work around the camp."
"Yes, we'll take him," agreed Jan. "But you mustn't put any salt in
the water, Trouble, and scare the fish.
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