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to spell “ cat” and sing the Star-Spangled Ban- 
ner. He saw Wilbur go into the woods with a * 
shovel, and he went, too—at a discreet distance. 
After Wilbur had departed from his baited pit, 
a black-eyed, sharp face might have been seen 
rising over a fern-draped boulder. The Rauf- 
kowskys had no telephone, but the Wojtyniaks 
had, two miles down the hill. Ignace took off 
his shoes to save leather, and walked down the 
hill. At the Wojtyniaks’ he called up Bill Sny- 
der, the game warden. Score one for the Rauf- 
kowskys, in the fence case! 
It was hardly more than daybreak the next 
morning when Wilbur set forth once again into 
the woods, armed this trip with a long knife and 
a piece of rope. As he drew near his pit, he 
quickened his pace into a run, for he heard dis- 
tinctly the sound of thrashing amid boughs, and 
also something very like a cry of distress. He 
sprang out of the bushes over the brow of the 
gully where his pit was dug, and as he sprang the 
bushes parted on the other side, and he looked 
squarely into the steel-gray eyes of Bill Snyder. 
Young Ignace, having the future in mind, when 
