I 
36 BOBBY LYNX OF ROUND-TOP 
could give so piercing and wild a cry as 
could Mrs. Lynx! 
Renny Fox, as he heard it, slid behind 
the Hollow Spruce and slunk away in the 
friendly darkness,—the bristles standing 
up on his neck with terror as Mother 
Lynx gave a long, piercing scream that 
got lower and lower until it sounded like 
a sob and a moan, only to rise again,— 
higher and higher into a shriek that made 
Renny’s legs tremble in terror as he gal¬ 
loped across the Plains. 
As Mollie Rabbit heard it, she cuddled 
tightly in the nest with her babies,—re¬ 
solving never, never, never to go more 
than a foot away from her front door 
again! Of course,—she would forget all 
about that by the next night, but just now, 
she wouldn’t have left her burrow for all 
the juicy roots on Round-Top. At the 
front door of her house on the hillside, 
Mrs. Woodchuck felt the stiff hairs of her 
