BOBBY LYNX OF KOUND-TOP 97 
spell danger for him,—at least he thought 
it didn’t. 
There was good hunting over on the 
Ridge and many a delicious meal had 
Bobby managed to get as he had prowled 
along its rocky sides. The rabbits of the 
Ridge had not been as well-trained as had 
Mollie Rabbit’s numerous children and 
they broke all of the rules their mothers 
had taught them. One night, as Bobby 
trailed along the Ridge, he came to a little 
gully opening between some grey-brown 
beech trees and there, in plain sight on the 
snow were little tell-tale tracks that told 
of a foolish little rabbit which had dis¬ 
obeyed her mother and had gone out in 
the deep snow. Lippity—lippity—they 
hopped along and Bobby, reading them 
as plainly as you can read your A B C’s, 
padded softly after. Little Sallie Rabbit 
had been told again and again not to wan¬ 
der from her Burrow-house when there 
