There was
nothing to fear, but just the same, Whitefoot shivered and shook and
jumped almost out of his skin every time that Hooty hooted. He just
couldn't help it.
"He can't get me. I know he can't get me. I'm perfectly safe.
I'm just as safe as if he were miles away. There's nothing to be
afraid of. It is silly to be afraid. Probably Hooty doesn't even
know I am inside here. Even if he does, it doesn't really matter."
Whitefoot said these things to himself over and over again. Then
Hooty would send out that fierce, terrible hunting call and Whitefoot
would jump and shake just as before.
After awhile all was still. Gradually Whitefoot stopped trembling.
He guessed that Hooty had flown away. Still he remained right where
he was for a very long time. He didn't intend to foolishly take any
chances. So he waited and waited and waited.
At last he was sure that Hooty had left. Once more he climbed up to
his little round doorway and there he waited some time before poking
even his nose outside. Then, just as he had made up his mind to go out,
that terrible sound rang out again, and just as before he tumbled
heels over head down on his bed.
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