My dad had one or two experiences with old Baumberger--and if ever there was a sly old mole of a man, he's one.
"Did you ever take after a mole, chicken?
They used to get in our garden at home.

They burrow underneath the surface, you know, and one never sees them.

You can tell by the ridge of loose earth that they're there, and if you think you've located Mr.Mole, and jab a stick down, why--he's somewhere else, nine times in ten.

I used to call them Baumbergers, even then.

Dad," she finished reminiscently, "was always jabbing his law stick down where the earth seemed to move--but he never located old Baumberger, to my knowledge." She stopped, because Evadna, without a shadow of doubt, was looking bored.