Once he has been seen by an enemy, only those long legs of his
can save him, but I have a hundred hiding-places down under the snow.
Whitey is watching the hole where I disappeared; he thinks
I'll come out there again after a while. I'll fool him."
Whitefoot scampered along through a little tunnel and presently very
cautiously peeped out of another little round hole in the snow.
Sure enough, there was Whitey the Snowy Owl back to him on a stump,
watching the hole down which he had disappeared a few minutes
before. Whitefoot grinned. Then he looked over to where he had
last seen Jumper. Jumper was still there; it was clear that he
hadn't moved, and so Whitey hadn't seen him. Again Whitefoot grinned.
Then he settled himself to watch patiently for Whitey to become tired
of watching that hole and fly away.
So it was that Whitefoot saw all that happened. He saw Whitey
suddenly sail out on silent wings from that stump and swoop with
great claws reaching for some one. And then he saw who that some
one was, -- Shadow the Weasel! He saw Shadow dodge in the very nick
of time.
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