BOBBY LYNX OF ROUXD-TOP 43 
right paw, every claw out. The kittens 
sprang up in excitement as they saw their 
mother give a graceful leap and strike the 
bad squirrel almost before he hit the 
ground. Never again would that robber- 
squirrel steal birds’ eggs nor rob Mrs. 
Grey Squirel and oh, — how good he 
tasted to Bobby and Tommy. 
After all,—the big woods were quite 
interesting, they decided, and when Mrs. 
Lynx showed them how to climb and they 
found that their claws could stick into the 
tree like spikes,—they climbed up and up 
and up—until Bobby looked down and 
grew dizzy with fear. Then his brave lit¬ 
tle legs trembled in terror and he cried! 
But wise old Mother Lynx just let him 
cry and cry until he realized that if he 
were ever to get down at all,—he would 
just have to manage it all by himself. 
So,—slipping and sliding, hanging on 
frantically every few inches and crying,— 
