of the trowel in a hand that was altogether 

 too tender to hurt him. And there he 



stayed, waging his silent warfare against the 

 trowel, until I chanced along and persuaded 

 the good lady that she was trying to drive One 

 away the very best friend that her flowers 

 could possibly have. Then K'dunk settled 

 down in peace, and we all took to watch- 

 ing him. 



His first care was to make a few hiding 

 holes here and there in the garden. Most 

 of these were mere hollows in the soft 

 earth, where K'dunk would crouch with eyes 

 shut tight whenever his enemies were near. 

 His color changed rapidly till it was the 

 same general hue as his surroundings, so 

 that, when he lay quiet and shut his bright 

 eyes in one of his numerous hollows, it was 

 almost impossible to find him. But after he 

 had been worried two or three times by the 

 house-dog a fat, wheezy little pug that 

 always grew excited when K'dunk began to 

 hop about in the twilight but that could 

 never bark himself up to the point of touch- 

 ing the clammy thing with his nose he 



