friend if you will tell me where it is so
I can get some more."

Now Coonie felt very mischievous, and he thought of a plan that would
give him some fun.

[Illustration: "OH, COONIE TELL ME WHERE IT IS"]

"Why, Chuck," he replied, "you would not expect me to tell you where
all this honey is, would you? You would go eat it all up in one night.
You are such a 'hoggie' you know."

"Oh, be a good friend, Coonie, and tell me. If you only knew how badly I
want some more."

"Well, I'll tell you," Coonie said, "but there may be some danger in
getting it."

"I'll never stop for the danger," Chuck boasted.

"You remember Farmer Jones, don't you?"

"I should say I do. I'll never forget the whole family. Do you remember
the time we were caught stealing the corn in his crib last fall? And,
oh, that fierce dog! Indeed, I never will forget him. If it is Farmer
Jones' honey, it is perfectly safe, for it makes me shiver to even think
of that dog, Jack."

"Oh, I knew that you would be afraid," taunted Coonie. "Tomorrow is
Saturday, and the Jones always go to town on Saturday. I have been
planning to go over and give myself a little treat."

"But, Coonie, how about the dog?"

"Oh, he goes to town with them. I have watched them from the tree where
I live, and they never miss going on Saturday afternoons, and taking the
dog with them."

"But how do you know where the honey is, Coonie?"

"How? Why, I have often sampled it."

Now Coonie told a falsehood when he said he had eaten some of the honey,
but he was anxious to have some fun, and so he resorted to a falsehood
in order to carry out his plans. This plan never pays, as you will see
later.

"Have you really sampled it, Coonie?" Chuck asked. "And is it good, and
is it very hard to get?"

Chuck was all excitement, for he could not get rid of the memory of the
taste of the honey he had just been eating.

"'Hard to get?'" repeated Coonie. "Why, Chuck, there are great piles of
it, and knowing the grounds as I do, it will be easy to get it. Now you
meet me tomorrow and I'll take you over with me. Meet me by the big oak
tree in the corner of the woods, just after noon tomorrow. I must leave
you now, because I am going fishing to-night with some of the other
coons that live near me. Good-bye until tomorrow," and Coonie went away
with a chuckle.

[Illustration: CHUCK ARRIVED AT THE BIG OAK TREE]

The next afternoon, Chuck arrived at the big oak tree in the corner of
the