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Bannertail 



Now who will say that Silvergray 

 really raced her fastest, and who will 

 deny that he did his best? He was 

 strong and swift, the race must end, and 

 then she faced him with anger and men- 

 ace simulated in her face and pose. He 

 approached too near; her chisel teeth 

 closed on his neck. He held still, limp, 

 absolutely unresisting. Her clutch re- 

 laxed. Had he not surrendered? They 

 stood facing each other, an armed neu- 

 trality established, nothing more. 



Shyly apart and yet together, they 

 drifted about that day, feeding at feed 

 time. But she was ready to warn him 

 that his distance he must keep. 



By countless little signs they under- 

 stood each other, and when the night 

 came she entered a familiar hollow tree 

 and warned him to go home. 



Next day they met again, and the 

 next, for there is a rule of woodland 



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