But there he lost it. You see, it was so long since Whitefoot
had hurriedly left that the scent on the surface had disappeared.
Shadow ran swiftly this way and that way in a big circle, but he
couldn't find Whitefoot's trail again. Snarling with anger and
disappointment, he returned to the little hole in the snow and
vanished. Then he followed all Whitefoot's little tunnels. He found
Whitefoot's nest. He found his store of seeds. But he didn't find
Whitefoot.
"He'll come back," muttered Shadow, and curled up in Whitefoot's
nest to wait.
CHAPTER XV: Whitefoots Dreadful Journey
Danger may be anywhere,
So I expect it everywhere.
- Whitefoot.
Whitefoot the Wood Mouse was terribly frightened. Yes, sir, he was
terribly frightened. It was a long, long time since he had been
as frightened as he now was. He is used to frights, is Whitefoot.
He has them every day and every night, but usually they are sudden
frights, quickly over and as quickly forgotten.
This fright was different. You see Whitefoot had caught a glimpse
of Shadow the Weasel.
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