of one bread-bag, and then sewed that on
the other to make it longer; he then ran a string through the mouth, so
as to draw it close when necessary, and cut his sticks so as to support
it and keep it open. All this being arranged, he went to where
Snarleyyow was busy gnawing wood with great pertinacity, and allowed him
not only to smell, but to tear off the tail of the red-herring, under
the door; and then gradually drew the herring along until he had brought
it right under the hatch in the middle, which left it at the precise
distance that the dog could snuff it but not reach it, which Snarleyyow
now did, in preference to gnawing wood. When you lay a trap, much
depends upon the bait; Smallbones knew his enemy's partiality for
savoury comestibles. He then brought out his bag, set up his
supporters, fixed it close to the hatch, and put the red-herring inside
of it. With the string in one hand, he lifted up the hatch with the
other. Snarleyyow rushed out and rushed in, and in a moment the strings
were drawn, and as soon as drawn were tied tight round the mouth of the
bag. Snarleyyow was caught; he tumbled over and over, rolling now to
the right and now to the left, while Smallbones grinned with delight.
After amusing himself a short time with the evolutions of his prisoner,
he dragged him in his bag into the outhouse where he had made his trap,
shut the door, and left him. The next object was to remove any
suspicion on the part of Mr Vanslyperken; and to effect this,
Smallbones tore off the hatch, and broke it in two or three pieces, bit
parts of it with his own teeth, and laid them down before the door,
making it appear as if the dog had gnawed his own way out. The reason
for allowing the dog still to remain in prison, was that Smallbones
dared not attempt anything further until it was dark, and there was yet
an hour or more to wait for the close of the day.

Smallbones had but just finished his work in time; for the widow having
been summoned to her guests in the Lust Haus, had left Vanslyperken
alone, and the lieutenant thought this a good opportunity to look after
his four-footed favourite, he came out into the yard, where he found
Smallbones, and he had his misgivings.

"What are you doing here, sir?"

"Waiting for you, sir," replied Smallbones, humbly.

"And the dog?" said Vanslyperken, observing the strewed fragments of the
door hatch.

"He's a-bitten himself out, sir, I believe."

"And where is he