106 BOBBY LYNX OF KOUND-TOP 
springing across the gullies, bounding 
through the snow like a huge, bouncing 
ball. Never had he leaped and bounded 
as he did that night and never, never had 
the crest of the Ridge seemed such a de¬ 
sirable haven! He had long ago out-dis¬ 
tanced the dog (who was quite glad to 
have him, brave though old Shep most 
certainly was!) and he crawled up a big 
tree, at last, to rest and to examine his 
paw. 
It was not badly hurt,—at least, noth¬ 
ing but what his warm, red tongue would 
soon heal up. Then he slowly and very 
happily resumed his journey to the safe 
woodland paths and familiar runways of 
old Round-Top. Bobby had learned his 
lesson ,—never again would he venture on 
the Ridge,—and never, never would he 
go so near the settlements again. He 
would stay on Round-Top as long as he 
lived, and, as the winter sun crept up over 
