234 Trails to Woods and Waters 



home if you wish to, but you don't want to 

 leave me to be eaten alive, do you? " 



I made no reply, though I felt anything 

 but comfortable. To tell the truth, at that 

 moment, I wished that I was at home in the 

 ten acre lot hoeing corn, or almost anywhere 

 else than where I was. 



Presently the cat jumped from the tree 

 trunk and ran up the mountain side, the dog 

 following in hot haste. 



Its long drawn owe-e-w-u had once more 

 changed to a quick bark varied by excited 

 yelps. 



In five minutes more the barking had 

 changed to nothing but yelps and Ben cried, 

 " Good, the cat has either treed or holed. 

 Come on, Harry." 



I was afraid to go and still more afraid to 

 stay behind, so I followed Ben, fairly treading 

 on his heels in my anxiety to keep as close to 

 my companion as possible. 



We found the hound barking and scratch- 

 ing away excitedly at a fair-sized hole in a 

 great ledge. 



