sephus, and if we leave such a mess as this is behind us, he won't let
us go after another rabbit."

Josephus was Tad's elder brother, and he had been sent down there by his
mother to get a pumpkin for some pies. There were plenty of them, that
had been planted among the corn, and it was easy enough to pick out a
good one and go back to the house; but Joe saw what the boys were about,
and he stood for a moment looking at them.

"Set it up carefully," whispered Eph McCormick; "Joe's watching us."

"We've got one rabbit, anyhow."

"I say, what's become of Whip?"

"Never mind, boys. Hurry this thing together again."

So they did, and they were so intent on repairing the mischief they had
done that they did not see what Josephus and the two dogs were doing
meantime.

"I've got him!"

They were all standing back and looking at their work to see if it was
just as good as it had been before it tumbled, when they heard Joe
shouting that to them from the other side of the field.

"I've got him! I wouldn't give much for a lot of boys that can't catch
rabbits without tearing the corn to pieces. Send in the little dog every
time, and wait till the rabbit comes out. The big dog's bound to catch
him if you give him a fair chance."

"That's what we'll do," said Tad. "Joe's picking up his pumpkin. He's
all right."

No doubt he was, but he would much rather have staid with them in the
corn field than have carried that great yellow ball half a mile to the
house.

There was plenty of fun after that, for both dogs and boys had learned
that there was a right way to work at that kind of hunting. Before noon
they had thirteen fine large rabbits hanging on the fence, and nobody
could have told by the look of any shock in the field that either a dog
or a boy had been through it.

"Boys," said Squire Murray, when he met them coming through the
barn-yarn gate, "which of you caught the most rabbits?"

"Which of us caught the most?"

"Yes, that's what I'd like to know. Which of you is the one I want to
hire to catch my rabbits for me?"

The boys looked at one another for a moment, and then Tad slowly
remarked, "Well, father, I guess it's Ben. He got the first bite at
every one of 'em."

[Begun in No. 46 of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, September 14.]

WHO WAS PAUL GRAYSON?

BY JOHN HABBERTON,

AUTHOR OF "HELEN'S BABIES."

CHAPTER VI.

THE BEANTASSEL BENEFIT.

Of the many boys who were curious about Paul Grayson's an