Bannertail 



down and up, only to see the Graysquir- 

 rel again leap lightly across the impass- 

 able gulf. Most hunters would have 

 given up now, but there is no end to the 

 dogged stick-to-itiveness of the Weasel; 

 besides, he was hungry. And half-a- 

 dozen times he had made the long circuit 

 while his intended victim took the short 

 leap. Then Bannertail, gaining confi- 

 dence, hit on a plan which, while it may 

 have been meant for mere teasing, had 

 all the effect of a deep stratagem played 

 with absolute success. 



When next the little red-eyed terror 

 came racing along the oak limb, Banner- 

 tail waited till the very last moment, then 

 leaped, grasped the far-side perch, and, 

 turning, "yipped" out one derisive 

 "grrrf, grrrf, grrrf" after another, and 

 craned forward in mockery of the little 

 fury. This was too much. Wild with 

 rage, the Weasel took the leap, fell far 



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