BOBBY LYNX OF BOUND-TOP 81 
This fact stood him in good stead, now, 
when he was too helpless to pounce on 
even a tiny field-mouse, and so he did not 
starve to death as most animals would 
have done. Instead, he just became so 
lean and gaunt and so thin that he looked 
more like a timber wolf than a lynx. Day 
by day and little by little, the wounds 
gradually healed. Once more, he could 
walk without limping and could climb his 
beloved beech tree. He even grew so 
well that he again sent his piercing 
screams through the woodlands, scaring 
Renny Fox and the weasels into leaving 
some of their breakfasts for him to eat. 
In this way, he managed to get enough 
to keep him alive and each day he grew 
stronger and stronger. It was not until 
it was again time for a new, winter coat, 
however, that the long slashes and 
scratches were partly covered up. By 
that time, it was again the season of the 
