Just as it came once more before the poplar sapling--not more than a couple of yards from the Child's feet, out from under a neighboring bush sprang the weasel, confronting it fairly.

With a scream the rabbit stopped short and crouched in its tracks, quivering, to receive its doom.
The weasel leaped straight at its victim's throat.

But it never arrived.

For at that moment the Child gave vent to a shrill yell of indignation and jumped at the slayer with hands, eyes and mouth wide open.

He made such a picture that Uncle Andy exploded.