BOBBY LYNX OF ROUND-TOP 47 
merit of the afternoon, all the tree-climb¬ 
ing and catching the little Weasel-boy had 
just filled him full of mischief and he was 
ready for play. But he wanted a play¬ 
fellow! What was the use of sleeping 
when so much fun could be had? He 
sprang on Tommy and bit him in his soft, 
furry neck and caught his short, stubby 
tail in his teeth and rolled him around un¬ 
til sleepy, little Tommy grew very cross 
and waked up long enough to bite and 
growl back. Then they both peered out 
into the lovely spring night. But just 
peeking out was not enough for Bobby,— 
he felt very venturesome and grown up. 
He could see the very tree he had climbed 
that afternoon and it didn’t look high at 
all in the moonlight! And its trunk 
looked like soft, brown velvet where his 
sharp claws could safely hold on and 
everything did look so tempting that 
Bobby put out one little paw on the soft, 
