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eggs, so that none else might profit by his hunting, 

 and went on again. 



On some moist ground, under a hemlock, he came 

 upon the fresh trail of a wandering hare — no simple, 

 unsuspecting mother, coming back to her babies, but 

 a big, strong, suspicious fellow, who knew how to 

 make a run for his life. Kagax was still fresh and 

 eager; here was game that would stretch his muscles. 

 The red lust of killing flamed into his eyes as he 

 jumped away on the trail. 



Soon, by the long distances between tracks, he 

 knew that the hare was startled. The scent was 

 fresher now, so fresh that he could follow it in the 

 air, without putting his nose to the ground. 



Suddenly a great commotion sounded among the 

 bushes just ahead, where a moment before all was 

 still. The hare had been lying there, watching his 

 back track to see what was following. When he saw 

 the red eyes of Kagax, he darted away wildly. A few 

 hundred yards, and the foolish hare, who could run 

 far faster than his pursuer, dropped in the bushes 

 again to watch and see if the weasel was still after 

 him. 



Kagax was following, swiftly, silently. Again the 

 hare bounded away, only to stop and scare himself 

 into fits by watching his own trail till the red eyes 



