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FOUR-FOOTED AMERICANS 



" Oh, the trap is coming open and the mice are getting 

 out ! Hold Quick, Nat, do ! " screamed Dodo. There 

 was a scuffle, a few shrill bai'ks, a confused spectacle of 

 Dodo falling over the trap, Mr. Wolf tumbling over 

 Dodo and putting his heavy paw on a running mouse, 

 while Quick disappeared under the Wolfskin rug. 

 When Dodo untangled herself, four Meadow Mice, 

 killed by a single shake each from Quick, were scat- 

 tered about the camp, while Mr. Wolf still held his prize 

 under his paw. 



" It's my fault, I know, but my menagerie is all 

 dead ! " quavered Dodo. 



"Never mind,'' said the Doctor; "it is rather soon, 

 but tliat is what usuall}' happens to private menageries." 



Jumping Molsi^, 



