BIG REDDY, STRATEGIST 67 
low bay resounding over the winter fields. As 
she came up on the other side of the boulder, 
Reddy sprang to the top of it, where she did not 
see him, because her muzzle was in the snow. He 
watched her every move with narrowed eyes. 
Where he and Whitetip had stood, she stopped, 
and sent out a perplexed, resounding bay or two. 
Then, as he feared, she picked up her original 
trail, and turned up Whitetip’s track. 
Reddy made a tremendous spring, right over 
her head, his hind feet almost grazing her ears as 
he came down, and before her astonished eyes he 
actually turned his head and looked at her! This 
was too much for any dog! With a tremendous 
enraged uproar she was after him again. 
Once more Reddy shot off at a tangent to his 
mate’s track, and leaped down the slope, over the 
snowy fields. He had very little lead, and he 
badly needed more. There was no thin ice any- 
where near by, and no hill except that up which 
Whitetip had gone. But half a mile away was a 
road, packed hard by sleighs, and perhaps confus- 
Ing to the scent. At any rate, it led to possibili- 
ties, if he could increase his lead sufficiently. 
