and he was leading another of those dreadful animals that run after foxes and make such hideous cries. But this animal was much taller and gaunter than the rest of the pack. As soon as the man loosed the greyhound he came after Cross Fox like the wind. Redcoat, straining to reach the mountain, looked back occasionally to see this new danger that was so rapidly approaching his litterbrother. Nearer and nearer the greyhound came to the straining fox. Soon Cross Fox had to double and twist in his trail to keep from the jaws of the greyhound, and Redcoat knew that his brother was lost. Presently the greyhound caught the straining fox as he rushed past him. His long jaws closed upon the back, just behind the fore legs. He threw the fox high in the air and when it landed in the snow its back was broken. A savage shake or two more and Cross Fox was dead.
Redcoat observed all this as he fled up the mountain. He wished to make his own escape, but he was so fascinated by the scene that he had to look back.
