BIG REDDY, STRATEGIST 69 
driver’s notice. But he paid no attention at first. 
Human ears are poor things, anyway. At last, 
however, he did turn slowly around, for a gust of 
wind brought the hound’s deep call with sudden 
added loudness. Reddy was still crouched low, 
but all his legs were poised for action, and one eye 
never left the two-footed enemy. 
The man saw him, his mouth opened, sounds 
came forth, that resembled very much, “ Well, 
T'll be damned!” Then he reached for one of 
the sticks that stood at the side of his sled to hold 
the wood in. Reddy didn’t wait. He was off 
the sled and over the wall before the man could 
even stop his horses. He heard the man calling 
loudly to Lucy now, but Lucy wasn’t his dog, 
and paid no attention, even if she heard him 
against the wind. She was busy trying to puzzle 
out the mystery of that vanished scent. 
Now, at last, Reddy grinned, a broad, pleased, 
amiable grin, and trotted leisurely to the woods, 
and then made directly for Whitetip’s den, which 
he felt sure she had reached by now. He still 
heard Lucy’s perplexed bay as he crested the 
ridge. . 
