"Keep going!" the fat Boggis shouted to Bunce and Bean. "We'll get him any moment now!"

"Have you caught sight of him yet?" Bean called back.

"Not yet," shouted Boggis. "But I think you're close!"

"I'll pick him up with my bucket!" shouted Bunce. "I'll chop him to pieces!"

But by lunchtime the machines were still at it. And so were the poor foxes. The hill now looked like this:

The farmers didn't stop for lunch; they were too keen to finish the job.

"Hey there, Mr. Fox!" yelled Bunce, leaning out of his tractor. "We're coming to get you now!"

"You've had your last chicken!" yelled Boggis. "You'll never come prowling around my farm again!"

A sort of madness had taken hold of the three men. The tall skinny Bean and dwarfish pot-bellied Bunce were driving their machines like maniacs, racing the motors and making the shovels dig at a terrific speed. The fat Boggis was hopping about like a dervish and shouting, "Faster! Faster!"

By five o'clock in the afternoon this is what had happened to the hill:

The hole the machines had dug was like the crater of a volcano. It was such an extraordinary sight that crowds of people came rushing out from the surrounding villages to have a look. They stood on the edge of the crater and stared down at Boggis and Bunce and Bean.

"Hey there, Boggis! What's going on?"

"We're after a fox!"

"You must be mad!"

The people jeered and laughed. But this only made the three farmers more furious and more obstinate and more determined than ever not to give up until they had caught the fox.

7

"We'll Never Let Him Go"

At six o'clock in the evening, Bean switched off the motor of his tractor and climbed down from the driver's seat. Bunce did the same. Both men had had enough. They were tired and stiff from driving the tractors all day. They were also hungry. Slowly they walked over to the small fox's hole in the bottom of the huge crater. Bean's face was purple with rage. Bunce was cursing the fox with dirty words that cannot be printed. Boggis came waddling up. "Dang and blast that filthy stinking fox!" he said. "What the heck do we do now?"