There he was
picking out seeds from a pine cone on the ground. The trunk of a
tree was between him and Hooty. But Timmy knew that Whitefoot
hadn't seen Hooty, and that any minute he might run out from behind
that tree. If he did Hooty would see him, and silently as a shadow
would swoop down and catch him. What was to be done?
"It's no business of mine," said Timmy to himself. "Whitefoot must
look out for himself. It is no business of mine at all. Perhaps
Hooty will fly away before Whitefoot moves. I don't want anything
to happen to Whitefoot, but if something does, it will be his own
fault; he should keep better watch."
For a few minutes nothing happened. Then Whitefoot finished the
last seed in that cone and started to look for more. Timmy knew that
in a moment Hooty would see Whitefoot. What do you think Timmy did?
He jumped. Yes, sir, he jumped. Down, down, down, straight past
the tree on which sat Hooty the Owl, Timmy sailed. Hooty saw him.
Of course. He couldn't help but see him. He spread his great wings
and was after Timmy in an instant. Timmy struck near the foot of a
tree and without wasting a second darted around to the other side.
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