been through. Then I sat down suddenly again.

Well! What would father think of that! Leon kill a horse of ours
indeed! There he was on one of Mr. Pryor's, worth as much as six of
father's no doubt, flying over fences, and the creek was coming, and
the bank was steep behind the barn. I was up again straining to see.

"Ep! Ep! Over!" rang the cry.

There they went! Laddie and the Princess too. I'll never spend
another cent on paper dolls, candy, raisins, or oranges. I'll give all
I have to help Leon buy his horse; then I'm going to begin saving for
mine.

The line closed up, a solid wall of men with sticks, clubs and guns;
the dogs ranged outside, and those on horseback stopped where they
could see best; and inside, raced back and forth, and round and round,
living creatures. I couldn't count they moved so, but even at that
distance I could see that some were poor little cotton tails. The
scared things! A whack over the head, a backward toss, and the dogs
were mouthing them. The long tailed, sleek, gracefully moving ones,
they were foxes, the foxes driven from their holes, and nothing on
earth could save their skins for them now; those men meant to have them.

I pulled the doors shut suddenly. I was so sick I could scarcely
stand. I had to work, but at last I pushed the west doors open again.
I don't think the Lord helped me any that time, for I knew what it
took--before, they just went. Or maybe He did help me quite as much,
but I had harder work to do my share, because I felt so dizzy and ill.
Anyway, they opened. Then I climbed the upright ladder to the top
beam, walked it to the granary, and there I danced, pounded and yelled
so that the foxes jumped from the hay, leaped lightly to the threshing
floor, and stood looking and listening. I gave them time to hear where
the dreadful racket was, and then I jumped to the hay and threw the
pitchfork at them. It came down smash! and both of them sprang from
the door. When I got down the ladder and where I could see, they were
so rested they were hiking across the cornfield like they never had
raced a step before; and as the clamour went up behind me, that
probably meant the first fox had lost its beautiful red and white skin,
they reached our woods in safety. The doors went shut easier, and I
started to the house crying like any blubbering baby; but when mother
turned from the east window, and I noticed her face, I forgot the foxes.

"You saw Leon!