With a snarl he dropped Wapoos and turned upon it, SNAP--SNAP--SNAP went three more of Jacques's nest of traps.

Two of them missed.

The third caught him by a front paw.

As he had caught Wapoos, and as he had killed the fisher-cat, so now he seized this new and savage enemy between his jaws.

His fangs crunched on the cold steel; he literally tore it from his paw so that blood streamed forth and strained the snow red.