The Story of a Graysquirrel 



came another, his mate, the lady bandit, 

 even fiercer than himself. Swift and with 

 little noise she came. And when savage 

 old Yellow-eyes swooped and Bannertail 

 whisked around the tree, he whisked 

 right into the clutches of the deadlier 

 she-one. He barely escaped by a mar- 

 vellous side rush around the trunk. Here 

 again was Yellow-eyes, but right in his 

 face Bannertail dashed his big silvery 

 tail. The Hawk in his haste clutched at 

 its nothingness, or he would have got the 

 Gray coat. But luck was with Banner- 

 tail, and again he dodged around the 

 trunk. Alas, the she Hawk was there, 

 and struck; her mighty talons grazed his 

 haunch, three rips they made in his 

 glossy, supple coat. In an instant more 

 the Redtail would have trussed him, for 

 there was no cover, only the big, out- 

 standing trunk, with the Hen-hawks 

 above and below. A moment more and 



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