102 BOBBY LYNX OF BOUND-TOP 
the Ridge, madder even than when he 
had fought the Stranger Lynx and he 
pulled and jerked at the trap that held his 
forepaw so firmly. He howled and 
shrieked and yelled. / All thought of the 
Keep-Quiet Rule was gone! No danger 
could be worse than this Thing, which, no 
matter how hard he bit it, would not let 
go! Then he stopped yelling and snarl¬ 
ing and just cried as if he were once more 
only a little, baby lynx in the Hollow 
Tree House. 
The man at the Farm heard him and 
got out of bed,—surely that was not the 
cry of an animal ,—some child must be 
lost on the mountain! Dressing and 
snatching his gun, he called old Shep, 
the watch-dog, and started for the foot of 
the Ridge. The cries could still be heard, 
sobbing, sobbing—now clear—now faint 
and far-off as if some little, lost child 
were wandering farther and farther into 
