He was just in time. Hooty was already reaching for him. Up the
tree ran Timmy and jumped again. Again Hooty was too late. And so
Timmy led Hooty the Owl away from Whitefoot the Wood Mouse.
CHAPTER XXIII: Whitefoot Spends A Dreadful Night
Pity those who suffer fright
In the dark and stilly night.
- Whitefoot.
One night of his life Whitefoot will never forget so long as he
lives. Even now it makes him shiver just to think of it. Yes, sir,
he shivers even now whenever he thinks of that night. The Black
Shadows had come early that evening, so that it was quite dusk when
Whitefoot crept out of his snug little bed and climbed up to the
round hole which was the doorway of his home. He had just poked his
nose out that little round doorway when there was the most terrible
sound. It seemed to him as if it was in his very ears, so loud and
terrible was it. It frightened him so that he simply let go and
tumbled backward down inside his house. Of course it didn't hurt
him any, for he landed on his soft bed.
"Whooo-hoo-hoo, whooo-hoo!" came that terrible sound again, and
Whitefoot shook until his little teeth rattled.
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