The Story of a Graysquirrel 



ounce of power in his legs. The devilish 

 pertinacity of the Weasel, still hard after 

 him, compelled him to adopt a scheme. 

 He made for a wide leap, the very limit 

 of his powers, where the take-off was the 

 end of a big broken branch, and racing 

 six hops behind was the Brown Terror. 

 Without a moment's pause went Banner- 

 tail easily across the six-foot gap, to land 

 on a sturdy limb in the other tree. And the 

 Weasel ! He knew he could not make it, 

 hung back an instant, gathered his legs 

 under him, snarled, glared redder-eyed 

 than ever, bobbed down a couple of times, 

 measured the distance with his eye, then 

 wheeled and, racing back, went down 

 the tree, to cross and climb the one 

 that sheltered the Squirrel. Bannertail 

 quietly hopped to a higher perch, and, 

 when the right time came, leaped back 

 again to the stout oak bough. Again the 

 Weasel, with dogged pertinacity, raced 



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