He set it.

Jacob started home.

One, two, three posts he hit.
Then he hit the trap.

It grabbed him faithfully by three fingers.
Angels of Love! did ever a boy of fourteen yell like it before! He sprang in the air--threw himself on the ground like a roped brumby--jumped up again and ran all he knew, frantically wringing the hand the trap clung to.

What Jacob reckoned had hold of him Heaven only can tell.