54 BOBBY LYNX OF BOUND-TOP 
throat, for oh!—how scared he was and 
how he wanted to see his mother! 
Underneath the tree he heard a scuffling 
in the pine needles as some wood-mice 
scampered about, but Bobby was not in¬ 
terested in them at all! The ground 
looked terribly far away,—too far for 
him ever to try to climb down again! A 
rabbit bounced up the mountainside in 
the moonlight, now growing fainter and 
fainter, but he wasn’t at all interested in 
rabbits, either. All he thought of was 
his aching little legs. He did not dare to 
crawl out on a limb and lie down,—he 
just clung tightly to the trunk in the 
crotch of the tree and hung on with every 
little muscle aching and aching. And,— 
how sleepy he was! What would he not 
give to be safely cuddled up in the Hol¬ 
low Tree House with Tommy and that 
big, soft, furry creature,—his mother! 
He could stand it no longer! Forget- 
