on't go into any danger, Father."

"I won't," promised the farmer. "But I won't tell you what I think the
animal is until I see it. 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."

"I not do it. I tatch a fiss myself."

They gave him a pole and a line without any hook on it so he could not
scratch himself, and then Jan and Ted sat down under a shady tree, not
far from camp, to try to catch some fish.

They knew how, for their father had taught them, and soon Jan had landed
a good-sized sunfish. A little later Ted caught a perch which had
stripes on its sides, "like a zebra," as Jan said. After that Jan and
Ted each caught two fish, and they soon had enough to cook.

"What do you Curlytops want me to do with these?" asked Nora, as the two
children came along, laughing and shouting, with the fish dangling from
strings each of them carried.

"Cook 'em, of course!" cried Teddy. "That's what we caught them for,
Nora--to have you cook them."

"But won't they bite me?" asked the cook, pretending to be afraid.

"Oh, no! They can't!" explained Jan.

"They bit on our hooks, and now they can't bite any more, but we can