darkness, full-fraught with secrecy and silence. Makar stopped. Here, almost at the side of the road, were set the first units of an elaborate system of traps. He could see clearly in the phosphorescent light the low stockade of fallen timber and the first trap three long, heavy logs resting upon an upright post, and held in place by a complicated arrangement of levers and horse-hair ropes.
To be sure, these traps were not his, but might not a fox have been caught in them, too? Makar quickly got out of his sled, left the clever piebald standing in the road, and listened attentively.
Not a sound in the forest! Only the solemn ringing of the church bells came floating as before from the distant, invisible village.
There was nothing to fear. Aliosha, the owner of the traps and Makar's neighbour and bitter enemy, was no doubt in church. Not a track could be seen on the smooth breast of the new-fallen snow.
Makar struck into the thicket no one was there.
The snow creaked under foot. The log traps lay side by side like a row of cannon with gaping jaws, in silent expectation.
Makar walked up and down the line without finding anything, and turned back to the road.
But what was that? A faint rustle! The gleam of red fur near at hand in a spot of light! Makar saw clearly the pointed ears of a fox; it waved its bushy tail from side to side as if to beckon him
