woodland path would not hurt him. Perhaps it was the friendly one he had seen in the pasture the year before. Then in his desperation a strange resolve came to Redcoat for he trotted forward until within ten feet of her and laid the pup on the ground before her. Then he backed away and growled at the little fox when it tried to follow him. He looked up at the girl beseechingly and his countenance said as plain as words, "Don't you see I am in great trouble? You take care of this one while I go back for the others." The girl understood or thought she did, so when the pup started to follow she dropped her broad brimmed summer hat over him and finally gathered the little fox in her lap, then sat down with her back to a friendly tree to see what would happen next.
Foremost among the fire-fighters had been Mr. Holcome and Bud, for the fire had started on their farm and it was through their timberland that it was racing. As the day dawned Mr. Holcome told Bud to skirt the fire on the West side and go to the top
