But he was tired,
very tired, for you remember he had had what was a very long and
terrible journey to him. He had felt almost too tired to climb that
tree in the first place to see if it had any holes in it higher up.
Now he didn't know whether to keep on going up or to go down.
Two or three times he dodged around the tree without doing either.
Then he decided to go up.
Now Butcher was enjoying this game of dodge. If he should catch
Whitefoot, he would have a good dinner. If he didn't catch Whitefoot,
he would simply go hungry a little longer. So you see, there was
a very big difference in the feelings of Whitefoot and Butcher.
Whitefoot had his life to lose, while Butcher had only a dinner
to lose.
Dodging this way and dodging that way, Whitefoot climbed higher and
higher. Twice he whisked around that tree trunk barely in time.
All the time he was growing more and more tired, and more and more
discouraged. Supposing he should find no hole in that tree!
"There must be one. There must be one," he kept saying over and
over to himself, to keep his courage up.
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