Presently they came to the bank of the Big River. Old Granny Fox told Reddy to sit still while she crept up behind some bushes where she could peek out over the Big River. He grinned as he watched her. He was still grinning when she tiptoed back. He expected to see her face long with disappointment. Instead she looked very much pleased. “Quacker is there,” said she, “and I think he will make us a very good dinner. Creep up behind those bushes and see for yourself, then come back here and tell me what you think we’d better do to get him.” So Reddy stole up behind the bushes, and this time it was Granny who grinned as she watched. As he crept along, Reddy wondered if it could be that for once Quacker had come ashore. Granny seemed so sure they could catch him that this must be the case. But when he peeped through the bushes, there was Quacker way out in the middle of the open water just where he had been the day before. CHAPTER III Reddy Is Sure Granny Has Lost Her Senses Perhaps ’tis just as well that we Can’t see ourselves as others see. —_Old Granny Fox_. “Just as I thought,” muttered Reddy Fox as he peeped through the bushes on the bank of the Big River and saw Quacker swimming about in the water where it ran too swiftly to freeze. “We’ve got just as much chance of catching him as I have of jumping over the moon. That’s what I’ll tell Granny.” He crept back carefully so as not to be seen by Quacker, and when he had reached the place where Granny was waiting for him, his face wore a very impudent look. “Well,” said Granny Fox, “what shall we do to catch him?” “Learn to swim like a fish and fly like a bird,” replied Reddy in such a saucy tone that Granny had hard work to keep from boxing his ears. “You mean that you think he can’t be caught?” said she quietly. “I don’t think anything about it; I _know_ he can’t!” snapped Reddy. “Not by us, anyway,” he added. “I suppose you wouldn’t even try?” retorted Granny. “I’m old enough to know when I’m wasting my time,” replied Reddy with a toss of his head. “In other words you think I’m a silly old Fox who has lost her senses,” said Granny sharply. “No-o. I didn’t say that,” protested Reddy, looking very uncomfortable. “But you think it,” declared Granny. “Now look here, Mr. Smarty, you do just as I tell you. You creep back there where you can watch Quacker and all that happens, and mind that you keep out of his sight. Now go.” Reddy went. There was nothing else to do. He didn’t dare disobey. Granny watched until Reddy had reached his hiding-place. Then what do you think she did? Why, she walked right out on the little beach just below Reddy and in plain sight of Quacker! Yes, Sir, that is what she did!