A BAND OF TIRELESS HUNTERS 
“ Shh ! ” The warning was sharp and full of 
portent. 
Alice, coming singing up the garden path, 
stopped instantly and turned to spy the heads of 
Tommy and Max thrust around a screening 
hedge of lilacs. One of Max’s pudgy fingers 
beckoned insistently, and she went smilingly to 
obey the summons, tiptoeing softly. 
“ There’s a tiger, a vicious little black and red 
tiger, right over there in that clump of snap¬ 
dragon,” the lad whispered intently, as she 
stooped beside him. “ Tommy and I have been 
watching it for half an hour, and you never saw 
such a bloodthirsty little creature. It has killed 
a spider, a granddaddy, three or four ants, some 
flies, and a stink bug, and still it longs for more. 
Regular little old pirate I Ha, see him; he is 
after another spider! ” 
Quick as a flash a little bug, not more than 
three-quarters of an inch in length and curiously 
marked with red and black, dashed out from 
cover, and one could well fancy the frightened, 
dismayed gasp of its prey. The struggle was 
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