But Shadow was simply angry.
He was angry that any one should try to catch him. He was still
more angry because his hunt for Jumper the Hare was interfered with.
You see, he had just found Jumper's trail when Whitey swooped at him.
So Shadow's little eyes grew red with rage as he dodged this way and
that and was gradually driven away from the place where he had
found the trail of Jumper the Hare. At last he saw a hole in an
old log and into this he darted. Whitey couldn't get him there.
Whitey knew this and he knew, too, that waiting for Shadow to come out
again would be a waste of time. So Whitey promptly flew away.
Hardly had he disappeared when Shadow popped out of that hole, for he
had been peeping out and watching Whitey. Without a moment's pause he
turned straight back for the place where he had found the trail of
Jumper the Hare. He had no intention of giving up that hunt just
because he had been driven away. Straight to the very spot where
Whitey had first swooped at him he ran, and there once more his keen
little nose took up the trail of Jumper. It led him straight to the
foot of the tree where Jumper had crouched so long.
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