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Go Again he was at fault, and had to circle to 

 find the trail. Wider and wider the circles, 

 until at last, he passed right under the log Rag 

 was on. But a cold scent, on a cold day, does 

 not go downward much. Rag never budged 

 nor winked, and the hound passed. 



Again the dog came round. This time he 

 crossed the low part of the log, and stopped to 

 smell it. * Yes, clearly it was rabbity,* but it 

 was a stale scent now ; still he mounted the log. 



It was a trying moment for Rag, as the great 

 hound came sniff-sniffing along the log. But 

 his nerve did not forsake him ; the wind was 

 right; he had his mind made up to bolt as 

 soon as Ranger came half way up. But he 

 didn't come. A yellow cur would have seen 

 the rabbit sitting there, but the hound did not, 

 and the scent seemed stale, so he leaped off the 

 log, and Rag had won. 



VII 



Rag had never seen any other rabbit than 

 his mother. Indeed he had scarcely thought 

 about there being any other. He was more 

 and more away from her now, and yet he never 

 felt lonely, for rabbits do not hanker for com- 



