ught 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 were no such things as
justice and fair play. Had it been just one hunter at a time against
whom he had to match his wits it would not have been so bad. But there
were many hunters with terrible guns looking for him, and in dodging one
he was likely at any time to meet another. This in itself seemed
terribly unfair and unjust. But now, added to this was the greater
unfairness of being trailed by hounds.

Do you wonder that Lightfoot thought of men as utterly heartless? You
see, he could not know that those hounds had not been put o