was growing thin,
and he was so nervous that the falling of a dead leaf from a tree
would startle him. There is nothing quite so terrible as being
continually hunted. It was getting so that Lightfoot half
expected a hunter to step out from behind every tree. Only when
the Black Shadows wrapped the Green Forest in darkness did he
know a moment of peace. And those hours of safety were filled
with dread of what the next day might bring.
Early one morning a terrible sound rang through the Green Forest
and brought Lightfoot to his feet with a startled jump. It was
the baying of hounds following a trail. At first it did not sound
so terrible. Lightfoot had often heard it before. Many times he
had listened to the baying of Bowser the Hound, as he followed
Reddy Fox. It had not sounded so terrible then because it meant
no danger to Lightfoot.
At first, as he listened early that morning, he took it for
granted that those hounds were after Reddy, and so, though
startled, he was not worried. But suddenly a dreadful suspicion
came to him and he grew more and more anxious as he listened.
In a few minutes there was no longer any doubt in his mind.
Those hounds were following his trail. It was then that the sound
of that baying became terrible. He must run for his life!
Those hounds would give him no rest. And he knew that in running
from them, he would no longer be able to watch so closely for the
hunters with terrible guns. He would no longer be able to hide
in thickets. At any time he might be driven right past one of
those hunters.
Lightfoot bounded away with such leaps as only Lightfoot can make.
In a little while the voices of the hounds grew fainter.
Lightfoot stopped to get his breath and stood trembling
as he listened. The baying of the hounds again grew louder and
louder. Those wonderful noses of theirs were following his trail
without the least difficulty. In a panic of fear, Lightfoot
bounded away again. As he crossed an old road, the Green Forest
rang with the roar of a terrible gun. Something tore a strip of
bark from the trunk of a tree just above Lightfoot's back. It was
a bullet and it had just missed Lightfoot. It added to his terror
and this in turn added to his speed.
So Lightfoot ran and ran, and behind him the voices of the hounds
continued to ring through the Green Forest.
CHAPTER XXI: How Lightfoot Got Rid Of The Hounds
Poor Lightfoot! It seemed to him that there w
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