66 ON THE EDGE OF THE WILDERNESS 
angle from the course his mate had taken, with 
the hound in mad pursuit. Now she had him in 
sight, the dog could let out every notch of her 
wonderful speed, and Reddy knew he’d have to 
run as he never ran before. For a mile or more 
he kept in open fields, on the level, so he would be 
in full view, and was hard put to keep a safe lead. 
Finally, as his wind began to fail, he cut up a 
sharp pitch, into timber, and kept on up till he 
felt the dog drop back and lose sight of him—as 
he could tell by her bay. Then he doubled around 
on a loop, reached his old track, and raced back 
in it for some distance. 'Then he took to cover, 
and made for his starting point as fast as he 
could go. 
Behind the same boulder, he once more waited 
Lucy’s coming, lying down to get all his wind 
back possible. He well knew she would return 
to this spot anyway, if he threw her off his scent, 
and the only safe thing was for him to be here 
again, lest she pick up the other track, and run 
down Whitetip before she could den in. Sure 
enough, Lucy, only temporarily delayed, was on 
his scent once more, and coming on fast, her mel- 
