I 4 NEIGHBOURS UNKNOWN 



the sheep were in there. Grey Lynx's eyes, 

 piercing and impatient, searched the blank 

 wall before him. There was no entrance 

 from that side. Furtively he led the way 

 round the corner, his mate still keeping 

 a prudent distance. At the edge of the 

 moonlit yard he hesitated. Still there was 

 no opening. Keeping carefully in the 

 shadow, he prowled around to the other 

 corner of the building, but with no better luck. 

 Then, growing more bold, he ventured into 

 the light and crept down the front of the 

 barn, flattening himself to the snow as he 

 went ; his mate, distrustful still, and now 

 growing angry as she began to feel that she 

 had been fooled, peered around the corner 

 and watched him. 



Grey Lynx was furious. He had expected 

 to see those sheep still huddled in the yard. 

 Finding that they were inside the barn, he 

 then expected to get in among them by the 

 same way they themselves had entered. 

 Where such fools as sheep could, surely he 

 could go. He knew nothing of doors that 

 closed and opened, so he was puzzled. He 

 drew back and stared up at the roof. Assur- 

 edly, the sheep must have got in by way of 

 the roof. He could see no opening up there, 

 however, so he went prowling around the 



