come was making his preparations down at the farm, Redcoat arose from a little glade where he had been sleeping, yawned, shook himself, and started down the mountain. He was going on a hunting expedition, presumably for mice, but would take anything that happened to come his way.
A couple of hours later, while Bud was doing the barn chores, Redcoat returned to his lair. Half way up the mountain he discovered Bud's tracks. But, Oh, what a trail it was! He had never smelled anything like it before in his whole life. True, there was a strong suggestion of the man scent about it, but it was overpowered by a strange, ravishing odor, which made Redcoat's nerves tingle and his heart to beat fast with excitement. He followed the trail rapidly up the mountain, becoming more mystified and more obsessed by it with each rod he covered.
Was it a man-trail? Yes. But no. It could not be, for when had the scent of man so filled a fox with delight, making his nerves to tingle with a mad incomprehensi-
