his comrade falling to his doom, stuck his tail between his legs, and with a dismal howl started back down the narrow trail. He had seen enough of this terrible Redcoat who could throw dogs over a cliff to their doom.
"By Godfrey, it is a fox," cried Bud. "He has done for old Racer."
Bud was soon joined by the excited Scottie, and together they made their way to the foot of the cliff, where they found poor Racer, not dead, but terribly mauled up. Bud went home and got his father, and with the aid of a blanket, of which they made a litter they got the greyhound home, but he never cared to chase Redcoat again.
When Bud told Mr. Holcome of what he had seen, the farmer laughed heartily.
"I guess that fox is the mate to the one who jumped through the henhouse window," he taunted. "I guess the dogs were playing and Racer fell off the cliff."
"No," returned Bud, "I am sure that it was a fox that toppled him over, and I was thinking myself it was the same one."
To the south of Redcoat's mountain, and
