And he knew that if Shadow returned he would
be sure to find the little round holes in the snow that led down to
Whitefoot's private little tunnels underneath.
The only thing for Whitefoot to do was to get just as far from that
place as he could before Shadow should return. And so poor little
Whitefoot started out on a journey that was to take him he knew not
where. All he could do was to go and go and go until he could find
a safe hiding-place.
My, my, but that was a dreadful journey! Every time a twig snapped,
Whitefoot's heart seemed to jump right up in his throat. Every time
he saw a moving shadow, and the branches of the trees moving in the
wind were constantly making moving shadows on the snow, he dodged
behind a tree trunk or under a piece of bark or wherever he could
find a hiding-place.
You see, Whitefoot has so many enemies always looking for him that
he hides whenever he sees anything moving. When at home, he is
forever dodging in and out of his hiding-places. So, because
everything was strange to him, and because of the great fear of
Shadow the Weasel, he suspected everything that moved and every sound
he heard.
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