Plainly he was a bit disappointed.
"It sounds pretty good, Hugh," he admitted, finally, "and will of course give the rascals a great scare; but seems to me as if it's hardly vigorous enough.

According to my mind, we ought to make the punishment fit the crime.

When a couple of low-down scamps try to kill the dumb pets of a fellow who has never gone out of his way to harm them, and are caught with the goods on, they ought to be treated to a dozen good wipes with a cowhide whip, something that'll make 'em yell bloody murder.

But just as you say, we can try this dodge, and discourage them from any more funny business around your coop." "Then the sooner we start in and get busy, the better," suggested Hugh, whose motto had always been that of "strike while the iron is hot." Thad was ready to do his share in any labor, so that presently the sound of much sawing and hammering oozed out from the rabbit hutch, where the chums continued to work for nearly an hour.
At the end of that time they had completed the job so far as the platform over the window was concerned.

Hugh had done more than this, for by cleverly arranged boards he constructed a regular trap; so that when the boys managed to climb through the window, they would naturally crouch down directly in range of the coming water-spout.
"There," said Hugh, finally, "that is all done, and I think fills the bill.