As, however, the ice having only just "run," the boats and punts
ordinarily fringing the river were still all up in the various barns and
sheds where they had been stowed at the close of navigation, their
efforts were in vain, and they could only stand fuming and casting
longing eyes at the now retreating moose.
For of course the animal had turned as soon as he perceived the hubbub
which his appearance under such unusual circumstances had created.
Instead, therefore, of crossing the river, it now made for an island
which was about half a mile out in the stream.
It had a good distance to swim, however, before it could accomplish
that, and in the meantime preparations were being made a short way up
the river which promised serious trouble for Mr. Moose.
Of course, you may be sure that Ramrod had caught the excitement with
the rest of us, and was equally desirous of the capture of the moose.
But he was a modest man and would let others have a chance first.
After a little while, though, when it became evident that unless
something was done pretty soon the moose would escape, it was noticed
that he became graver, and that his face wore a puzzled look of
uncertainty.
[Sidenote: Ramrod's "Coffin"]
All at once, however, the doubt vanished, and Ramrod started off towards
his house as fast as his long stiff legs would carry him.
When he emerged he bore in one hand an ordinary rope halter, with a
noose at one end, just such a halter as was used by all the farmers for
securing their horses to their stalls.
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