38 BOBBY LYNX OF ROUND-TOP 
up beside them that they could go to sleep 
again. 
For a long, long time Mrs. Lynx 
screamed and screeched, acting very much 
like a bad little boy who has been sent up¬ 
stairs to his room for being naughty and 
who cries and yells just Avith rage! That 
was just the way this big cat cried and 
yelled. Then, like the little boy usually 
does, she got tired of it. CraAAding up a 
beech tree, she crept out on a big limb and 
lay there, listening and smelling,—her 
ears tAvitching at every sound, her whisk¬ 
ers moving as the soft night-Avind 
brought the SAveet odors of the forest to 
her. 
» 
For a long time she lay stretched out on 
the beech-limb,—so quiet, that a grey 
shape that came stealthily creeping along 
never suspected that she Avas there at all. 
It Avas a gaunt, grey timber-wolf,—the 
first one seen on Round-Top for a long 
