"It seems to me
sometimes as if I need eyes and ears all over me. Night and day
there is always some one hunting for poor little me. And then some
folks wonder why I am so timid. If I were not as timid as I am,
I wouldn't be alive now; I would have been caught long ago. Folks may
laugh at me for being so easily frightened, but I don't care.
That is what saves my life a dozen times a day."
Jumper looked interested. "I hadn't thought of that," said he.
"I'm a very timid person myself, and sometimes I have been ashamed of
being so easily frightened. But come to think of it, I guess you are
right; the more timid I am, the longer I am likely to live."
Whitefoot suddenly darted into his hole. Jumper didn't move, but
his eyes widened with fear. A great white bird had just alighted on
a stump a short distance away. It was Whitey the Snowy Owl, down
from the Far North.
"There is another enemy we both forgot," thought Jumper,
and tried not to shiver.
CHAPTER X: The White Watchers
Much may be gained by sitting still
If you but have the strength of will.
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