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ster whose skin in the form of a whip-lash was 

 now developing higher horse-power in the Oli- 

 fant working team. 



" Simple justice," said the old man, "for that 

 hide was raised on stolen feed that the team 

 would 'a' turned into horse-power anyway.'' 



The Cottontails were now sole owners of the 

 holes, and did not go near them when they 

 could help it, lest anything like a path should 

 be made that might betray these last retreats 

 to an enemy. 



There was also the hollow hickory, which, 

 though nearly fallen, was still green, and had 

 the great advantage of being open at both ends. 

 This had long been the residence of one Lotor, 

 a solitary old coon whose ostensible calling was 

 frog-hunting, and who, like the monks of old, 

 was supposed to abstain from all flesh food. 

 But it was shrewdly suspected that he needed 

 but a chance to indulge in a diet of rabbit. 

 When at last one dark night he was killed 

 while raiding Olifant's hen-house, Molly, so far 

 from feeling a pang of regret, took possession 

 of his cosy nest with a sense of unbounded 

 relief. 



