ears, as she made the jump, that I had caught. 

 It was the begiuning of the bout— only a feint 

 by the rabbit, just to try the mettle of her an- 

 tagonist. 



The cat was scared, and before he got himself 

 together, Molly, with a mighty bound, was in 

 the air again, and, as she flashed over him, she 

 fetched him a stunning whack on the head that 

 knocked him endwise. He was on his feet in an 

 instant, but just in time to receive a stinging 

 blow on the ear that sent him sprawling several 

 feet down the hill. The rabbit seemed constantly 

 in the air. Back and forth, over and over the 

 cat she flew, and with every bound landed a 

 terrific kick with her powerful hind feet, that 

 was followed by a puff of yellow fur. 



The cat could not stand up to this. Every 

 particle of breath and fight was knocked out of 

 him at about the third kick. The green light in 

 his eyes was the light of terror. He got quickly 

 to a bush, and ran away, else I believe that the 

 old rabbit would have beaten him to death. 



The seven young ones in the nest were un- 

 harmed. Molly grunted and stamped at me for 

 looking at them ; but I was too big to kick as she 

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