" Little White Fox thought to himself, "he will surely be killed.
Yes, sir! I am very, very sure Little Brown Seal is going to be killed!"

But just when Omnok was getting very close, and just before he was going
to raise his terrible gun and kill Little Brown Seal, a strange thing
happened. I don't know how it happened. Perhaps Little White Fox was
sorry the sun was going down so soon that day, or perhaps he was
lonesome for his mother. Perhaps he was sorry for Little Brown Seal,
because he was going to get killed in just another minute; but whatever
it was, Little White Fox began to feel bad all at once. He wanted to
cry, and he _did_ cry! He lifted his pink little nose into the air and
cried, "Ah! Ah! Ah! Yak! Yak! Yak!"

Now Little Brown Seal may not have very good eyes, but he has very good
ears, and he had just wakened from a "cat" nap when he heard that
lonesome wail from Little White Fox. And he didn't wait one minute, nor
one second! He tumbled down into his house in the ocean as quick as a
wink, just as Omnok the hunter was getting ready to shoot him!

Perhaps you think Omnok wasn't angry! But he had heard Little White Fox
cry. He would get Little White Fox's coat. Then he would be even. But
Little White Fox was nowhere about when Omnok climbed the hill. No, you
may be sure he wasn't! He was way under the great rock in his own
little home, where Omnok couldn't get near him. So all Omnok could do
was to put his terrible gun over his shoulder and go back home.

CHAPTER XVII

A STRANGE JOURNEY

Little White Fox went on a strange journey one day, and when he arrived
at its end, he didn't know where he was! You see, he had been living for
a long time with his mother off the bounty of Big White Bear. Now the
snow had almost all gone from the mountains and the tundra. Little Mrs.
White Fox had gone over to the land and told Little White Fox to watch
sharp and see if Big White Bear came up out of his kitchen and left
anything for them to eat. She was going over to see if she could find
any perfectly good blueberries which had been hidden all winter under
the snow.

Little White Fox loitered about on the roof to the ocean and dreamed, as
little folks will in the springtime. The weather was fine, and the sun
was shining now, all day and all night. A great deal of the roof to the
ocean had floated mysteriously away, one night, but there was a great
deal of it left, and Little White Fox felt very safe. But