t must be that Paddy the Beaver had cut it, and if
Paddy had been working in daylight, it was certain that no one had been
around that pond for a long time.

So Lightfoot hurried forward eagerly, cautiously. When he reached the
bank he looked across towards where the sound of that falling tree had
come from; a branch of a tree was moving along in the water and half
hidden by it was a brown head. It was Paddy the Beaver taking the branch
to his food pile.

CHAPTER XIII

LIGHTFOOT AND PADDY BECOME PARTNERS

The instant Lightfoot saw Paddy the Beaver he knew that for the time
being, at least, there was no danger. He knew that Paddy is one of the
shyest of all the little people of the Green Forest and that when he is
found working in the daytime it means that he has been undisturbed for a
long time; otherwise he would work only at night.

Paddy saw Lightfoot almost as soon as he stepped out on the bank. He
kept right on swimming with the branch of a poplar-tree until he reached
his food pile, which, you know, is in the water. There he forced the
branch down until it was held by other branches already sunken in the
pond. This done, he swam over to where Lightfoot was watching. "Hello,
Lightfoot!" he exclaimed. "You are looking handsomer than ever. How are
you feeling these fine autumn days?"

"Anxious," replied Lightfoot. "I am feeling terribly anxious. Do you
know what day this is?"

"No," replied Paddy, "I don't know what day it is, and I don't
particularly care. It is enough for me that it is one of the finest
days we've had for a long time."

"I wish I could feel that way," said Lightfoot wistfully. "I wish I
could feel that way, Paddy, but I can't. No, Sir, I can't. You see, this
is the first of the most dreadful days in all the year for me. The
hunters started looking for me before Mr. Sun was really out of bed. At
least one hunter did, and I don't doubt there are others. I fooled that
one, but from now to the end of the hunting season there will not be a
single moment of daylight when I will feel absolutely safe."

Paddy crept out on the bank and chewed a little twig of poplar
thoughtfully. Paddy says he can always think better if he is chewing
something. "That's bad news, Lightfoot. I'm sorry to hear it. I
certainly am sorry to hear it," said Paddy. "Why anybody wants to hunt
such a handsome fellow as you are, I cannot understand. My, but that's a
beautiful set of antlers you have!"

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