"I know it's a she-one, 'cause she says: "Yap-yurr" (high pitched) If it was a he-one he'd say: "Yap-yurr" (low pitched) "And she has cubs, 'cause all have at this season.

And they are on that hillside, because that's the nearest place where any fox den is, and they keep pretty much to their own hunting grounds.

If another fox should come hunting on the beat of this pair, he'd have to fight for it.
That is the way of the wild animals; each has his own run, and for that he will fight an outsider that he would be afraid of at any other place.

One knows he is right--that braces him up; the other knows he is wrong--and that weakens him." Those were the Indian's views, expressed much less connectedly than here given, and they led Rolf on to a train of thought.

He remembered a case that was much to the point.
Their little dog Skookum several times had been worsted by the dog on the Horton farm, when, following his master, he had come into the house yard.