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wait, with the patience characteristic, in some de- 
gree, of all wild animals, but of very few humans. 
Presently, if you could have seen Red Slayer’s 
slender body, you would have seen it arch up, 
you would have seen his neck stretch out and up- 
ward, his sharp nose quiver almost imperceptibly. 
He smelled his game approaching! He had a 
nose more than the equal of any dog’s, and sharp 
as were his eyes, it was his nose he chiefly relied 
upon when hunting. The unsuspecting chip- 
munk came along the top of the wall, drawing 
near his burrow. When he was above it he 
sprang down on the top of the stump. Then he 
jumped again, planning to land at the mouth of 
the hole. But he never did. Red Slayer came 
out of the wall like an arrow from a bow and 
caught him in mid-air, setting vicious teeth, with 
unerring aim, into his neck, and bearing him to 
the ground three feet away, such was the force of 
his spring. When they landed, Red Slayer, of 
course, was on top, and the poor chipmunk was too 
far gone to put up any real fight. One more well 
directed bite of those severing, tearing teeth, and 
his neck veins were opened. Red Slayer drank 
