REDPAD THE FOX 
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Redpad struggled up the hill with his heart 
thudding against his ribs. At the summit there 
was a cairn of stones strong enough to defy pick 
and spade. Before slipping inside he looked back. 
The remainder of the pack were huddled together 
in the field below the railway. The train was at 
a standstill, and a group of men stood on the track 
looking at something lemon-and-white which lay 
without moving at their feet. 
Redpad knew that he had nothing more to fear 
that day. If he had been a philosopher he might 
have reflected upon the saw that ' every dog has his 
day ' ; but as he was only a fox he crept into Kil- 
torkan Cairn to pant and bite thorns out of his pads. 
