As a matter of fact, Le Beau had caught him with his hands in a hollow log, and had tied him to the bait peg with a piece of buck-skin string; and after that, just out of Wapoos's reach, he had set a nest of traps and covered them with snow.
Nearer and nearer to this menace drew Miki, in spite of the unaccountable impulse that warned him to keep back.

Wapoos, fascinated by his slow and deadly advance, made no movement, but sat as if frozen into stone.

Then Miki was at him.

His powerful jaws closed with a crunch.

In the same instant there came the angry snap of steel and a fisher-trap closed on one of his hind feet.