Little Warhorse 
for the man was watching the trail and saw 
nothing of the Rabbit. 
Jack skimmed along, keeping low and look- 
ing out for other enemies. He knew now that 
the man was on his track, and the old instinct 
born of ancestral trouble with Weasels was 
doubtless what prompted him to do the double 
trail. He ran in a long, straight course to a 
distant fence, followed its far side for fifty 
yards, then doubling back he retraced his trail 
and ran off in a new direction till he reached 
another of his dens or forms. He had been 
out all night and was very ready to rest, now 
that the sun was ablaze on the snow; but he 
had hardly got the place a little warmed when 
the “tramp, tramp, tramp”’ announced the 
enemy, and he hurried away. 
After a half-a-mile run he stopped on a slight 
rise and marked the man still following, so he 
made a series of wonderful quirks in his trail, a 
succession of blind zigzags that would have puz- 
zled most trailers ; then running a hundred yards 
past a favorite form, he returned to it from the 
other side, and settled to rest, sure that now the 
enemy would be finally thrown off the scent. 
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