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CHAPTER VI TAD MAKES A COMPACT WITH WATCH AND TOMMY PEELE
 “Ha, ha, ha!” laughed Tommy. “You ought to see yourself. You look a funny picture of a coon with the lines all wiggly.” And Tad Coon certainly did.  
But pretty soon Tommy stopped laughing. “You poor beast,” he said in a sorry voice; “it must hurt you .” Rabbit knew that voice. It was the same one he had used when he took Nibble out of the wire trap and when he let Doctor out of the cold steel that had bitten his toe off.
 
“Er-yow!” argued Watch, Tommy’s dog. He meant it was all Tad’s fault.
 
“Bz-z-z!” went the who were guarding their nest on the ground until the little white grubs in it should hatch. They meant that they had something to say about it.
 
But Tommy didn’t understand and he didn’t care. “Be still, Watch!” he ordered. Then he took a long branch and speared the nest on the tip of it. Splash! He sent it into the middle of Doctor Muskrat’s pond. Some of the wasps were drowned and the rest flew up into the tree, buzzing with all their wings that the old nest was bewitched and they wouldn’t have anything more to do with it. So there it floated wherever the wind blew it, like a ship. And the wind began blowing it right back to Tad Coon.
 
“Come on, Tad,” called Doctor Muskrat from the pond. “Tommy isn’t going to hurt you.” So Tad limped down and took a drink and washed himself.
 
Then he felt a lot better. After all, there aren’t very many places where his fur is so short a can sting him.
 
Nibble looked at Tad, and then he looked at Tommy. “I think Tommy means to be friends,” he said. “But he hasn’t brought you anything to eat yet.”
 
“He’s brought this,” answered Tad, and he out and caught the wasps’ nest. Then he sat himself down on Doctor Muskrat’s nice, warm stone and picked the fat white grubs out of it with his clever little fingery toes. “Mm’m!” he with his mouth full.
 
He was so busy and sober about it that he set Tommy laughing all over again. Nibble twiddled his tail thoughtfully. “Doctor Muskrat,” he remarked, “I’m beginning to wonder if Tommy makes friends with us because he caught us or because he felt sorry we were hurt?”
 
Right then Watch up. “I haven’t made friends with Tad, and you remember I don’t always take Tommy when I go hunting.”
 
“Be still, Watch!” Tommy ordered. “I want to see what’s going to happen next.”
 
“Nothing, now,” Watch answered. “But it will just as soon as you aren’t here to stop me.” And he laid his nose on his paws and rolled the whites of his eyes at Tad.
 
“Why?” demanded Nibble. Just the way he cocked his ears made Tommy understand that he and Watch were talking, though he couldn’t even hear the Woodsfolk.
 
“Because Tad’s just as bad as Silvertip the Fox,” Watch. “He eats Tommy’s eggs and his chickens—and he eats rabbits, too, when he’s smart enough to catch them, you silly bunny. And you ought to see what he does to the green corn that’s in the Broad Field.”
 
“He doesn’t!” Nibble. “He could have caught me a dozen times. I don’t believe it.”
 
But Tad Coon looked down his nose at his bad little handy-paws, he was so ashamed, and nodded. “Yes, I do,” he owned honestly. “After I’ve slept through the winter I come out in the spring so terrible starvation hungry. But I wouldn’t eat you. I’d rather dig grubs from a rotten log, even if we haven’t any compact.” And Nibble knew he meant it.
 
But Watch didn’t. “A lot of good that would do!” he snarled.
 
“That’s just what the cows said about their compact with you dogs in the First-Off Beginning,” interrupted Doctor Muskrat in his sober voice. “But you did keep it. Tad Coon isn’t one of the Things-from-under-the-Earth that Mother Nature herself can’t trust. Let’s all make a compact. Why fight unless you have to?”
 
Now this was very wise, because no dog likes to fight with a coon. “I’ll make this much of a compact,” said Watch. “I won’t bother Tad Coon as long as he behaves himself. If he doesn’t—Gr-r-rr!”
 
“All right,” Tad agreed cheerfully, for he meant to be very, very good. All the same, he floundered into the pond and brought up a to give Watch, just as though it were a regular compact. Watch didn’t eat it of course, but he did touch his tongue to it. “I s’pose you’d think it awfully funny if that shelly thing bit me,” he grinned, and he even wagged his tail. Then Nibble of it, and Doctor Muskrat—and of course Tommy was so puzzled he picked it up and put it in his pocket. He wanted to ask his father if there was anything the matter with it. But the beasts thought he was in the compact, too, so they were all happy.
 
Nobody dreamed that Bad One was hiding in the across the pond, listening to every word Watch had spoken and saying to himself: “It won’t take me long to start some trouble there.” And it didn’t.

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