But, as you know, Jumper wasn't there then. Shadow ran in a circle
and presently he found where Jumper had landed on the snow at the
end of that first bound. Shadow snarled. He understood exactly
what had happened.
"Jumper was under that tree when that white robber from the Far
North tried to catch me, and he took that chance to leave in a hurry.
I can tell that by the length of this jump. Probably he is
still going. It is useless to follow him because he has too long a
start," said Shadow, and he snarled again in rage and disappointment.
Then, for such is his way, he wasted no more time or thought on
Jumper the Hare. Instead he began to look for other trails. So
it was that he found one of the little holes of Whitefoot the Wood Mouse.
"Ha! So this is where Whitefoot has been living this winter!"
he exclaimed. Once more his eyes glowed red, but this time with
eagerness and the joy of the hunt. He plunged down into that little
hole in the snow. Down there the scent of Whitefoot was strong.
Shadow followed it until it led out of another little hole in the snow.
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