"It's the man-smell," whispered Jerry.
Just then Little Joe Otter gave a long sniff. "My, I smell fish!"
he cried, his eyes sparkling, and started in the direction from
which the smell came. He swam faster than Jerry, and in a minute he
shouted in delight.
"Hi, Jerry! Some one's left a fish on the edge of the bank: What a
feast!"
Jerry hurried as fast as he could swim, his eyes popping out with
fright, for the nearer he got, the stronger grew that dreadful man-smell.
"Don't touch it," he panted. "Don't touch it, Joe Otter!"
Little Joe laughed. "What's the matter, Jerry? 'Fraid I'll eat it
all up before you get here?" he asked, as he reached out for the fish.
"Stop!" shrieked Jerry, and gave Little Joe a push, just as the
latter touched the fish.
Snap! A pair of wicked steel jaws flew together and caught Little
Joe Otter by a claw of one toe. If it hadn't been for Jerry's push,
he would have been caught by a foot.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" cried Little Joe Otter.
"Next time I guess you'll remember what Grandfather Frog said about
watching out when you find things to eat where they never were before,"
said Jerry, as he helped Little Joe pull himself free from the trap.
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