Chapter 7: We will never let him go.
At six
o’clock in the evening, Bean switched off the motor of his tractor and climbed
down from the driver’s seat. Bunce did the same. Both men had had enough. They
were tired and stiff from driving the tractors all day. They were also hungry.
Slowly they walked over to the small fox’s hole in the bottom of the huge
crater. Bean’s face was purple with rage. Bunce was cursing the fox with dirty
words that cannot be printed. Boggis came waddling up. ‘Dang and blast that
filthy stinking fox!’ he said. ‘What the heck do we do now?’
‘I’ll tell
you what we don’t do,’ Bean said. ‘We don’t let him go!’
‘We’ll never
let him go!’ Bunce declared.
‘Never never
never!’ cried Boggis.
‘Did you hear
that, Mr Fox!’ yelled Bean, bending low and shouting down the hole. ‘It’s not
over yet, Mr Fox! We’re not going home till we’ve strung you up dead as a
dingbat!’ Whereupon the three men all shook hands with one another and swore a
solemn oath that they would not go back to their farms until the fox was
caught.
‘What’s the
next move?’ asked Bunce, the pot-bellied dwarf.
‘We’re
sending you down the hole to fetch him up,’ said Bean. ‘Down you go, you miserable
midget!’
‘Not me!’
screamed Bunce, running away.
Bean made a
sickly smile. When he smiled you saw his scarlet gums. You saw more gums than
teeth. ‘Then there’s only one thing to do,’ he said. ‘We starve him out. We
camp here day and night watching the hole. He’ll come out in the end. He’ll
have to.’
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