take no notice of him. Lightfoot, watching him, understood.
He knew that this man was a friend and would do him no harm. Little by
little, the wonderful, blessed feeling of safety crept over Lightfoot.
No hunter could harm him here.

CHAPTER XXVI

LIGHTFOOT DOES THE WISE THING

All the rest of that day the hunter with the terrible gun lay hidden in
the bushes of the pasture where he could watch for Lightfoot the Deer to
leave the place of safety he had found. It required a lot of patience on
the part of the hunter, but the hunter had plenty of patience. It
sometimes seems as if hunters have more patience than any other people.

But this hunter waited in vain. Jolly, round, red Mr. Sun sank down in
the west to his bed behind the Purple Hills. The Black Shadows crept
out and grew blacker. One by one the stars began to twinkle. Still the
hunter waited, and still there was no sign of Lightfoot. At last it
became so dark that it was useless for the hunter to remain longer.
Disappointed and once more becoming angry, he tramped back to the Big
River, climbed into his boat and rowed across to the other side. Then he
tramped home and his thoughts were very bitter. He knew that he could
have shot Lightfoot had it not been for the man who had protected the
Deer. He even began to suspect that this man had himself killed
Lightfoot, for he had been sure that as soon as he had become rested
Lightfoot would start for the woods, and Lightfoot had done nothing of
the kind. In fact, the hunter had not had so much as another glimpse of
Lightfoot.

The reason that the hunter had been so disappointed was that Lightfoot
was smart. He was smart enough to understand that the man who was saving
him from the hunter had done it because he was a true friend. All the
afternoon Lightfoot had rested on a bed of soft hay in an open shed and
had watched this man going about his work and taking the utmost care to
do nothing to frighten Lightfoot.

"He not only will let no one else harm me, but he himself will not harm
me," thought Lightfoot. "As long as he is near, I am safe. I'll stay
right around here until the hunting season is over, then I'll swim back
across the Big River to my home in the dear Green Forest."

So all afternoon Lightfoot rested and did not so much as put his nose
outside that open shed. That is why the hunter got no glimpse of him.
When it became dark, so dark that he knew there was no longer danger,
Lightfoot got up