But that had been so long ago
that by this time Whitefoot must think that Whitey had gone on about
his business, and Jumper expected to see Whitefoot appear any moment.
What Jumper didn't know was that Whitefoot's bright little eyes
had all the time been watching Whitey from another little hole
in the snow some distance away. A tunnel led from this little hole
to the first little hole.
Suddenly off among the trees something moved. At least,
Jumper thought he saw something move. Yes, there it was, a little
black spot moving swiftly this way and that way over the snow.
Jumper stared very hard. And then his heart seemed to jump right up
in his throat. It did so. He felt as if he would choke. That black spot
was the tip end of a tail, the tail of a small, very slim fellow
dressed all in white, the only other one in all the Green Forest who
dresses all in white. It was Shadow the Weasel! In his white
winter coat he is called Ermine.
He was running this way and that way, back and forth, with his nose
to the snow. He was hunting, and Jumper knew that sooner or later
Shadow would find him.
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