"You'll let them in on me, and they bite! They're poison! They'll kill me!" I hadn't even thought of it before.
"See any foxes ?" cried the man.
"Two crossed our barnyard headed that way!" I cried back, pointing east.

"Shut the door!" The man closed it and ran calling as he went: "It's all right! They crossed the barnyard.

We've got them!" I began to dance and beat my hands, and then I stopped and held my breath.

They were passing, and the noise was dreadful.

They struck the sides of the barn, poked around the strawstack, and something made me look up, and at the edge of the hay stood a fox ready to spring.