"I can't keep dodging much
longer. If I don't find a hole pretty soon, Butcher will surely
catch me. Oh, dear! Oh, dear!"
Just above Whitefoot was a broken branch. Only the stub of it remained.
The next time he dodged around the trunk he found himself just below
that stub. Oh, joy! There, close under that stub, was a round hole.
Whitefoot didn't hesitate a second. He didn't wait to find out
whether or not any one was in that hole. He didn't even think that
there might be some one in there. With a tiny little squeak of
relief he darted in. He was just in time. He was just in the nick
of time. Butcher struck at him and just missed him as he
disappeared in that hole. Whitefoot had saved his life and Butcher
had missed a dinner.
CHAPTER XVIII: An Unpleasant Surprise
Be careful never to be rude
Enough to thoughtlessly intrude.
- Whitefoot.
If ever anybody in the Great World felt relief and thankfulness, it
was Whitefoot when he dodged into that hole in the dead tree just as
Butcher the Shrike all but caught him. For a few minutes he did
nothing but pant, for he was quite out of breath.
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