You tell the boss Swan says so.

He's right.

The way to catch a fox is to watch his den." He switched off the current, closed the case and went out, making sure that the cupboard-camouflaged door looked perfectly innocent on the outside.

With a bannock stuffed into one pocket, a chunk of bacon in the other, he left the cabin and swung off again in that long, tireless stride of his, Jack following contentedly at his heels.
At the farther end of Skyline Meadow he stopped, took a tough leather leash from his pocket and fastened it to Jack's collar.
"We don't go running to paw nobody's stomach and say, 'Wow-wow! Here we are back again!'" he told the dog, pulling its ears affectionately.
"Maybe we get shot or something like that.

We trail, and we keep our mouth still, Yack.