He lay down on the ledge panting and sobbing from exhaustion. The monster roared by, then when the smoke had cleared. Red Fox raised his head and looked anxiously for his pursuer.
At first he could not discover him, but he finally made out his head fifty feet away and further on, his mangled body.
Red Fox sprang lightly down from his ledge and warily approached the dead hound. For several seconds he stood looking at him. Then with a yawn of great weariness and perhaps also of satisfaction, he trotted away through the cut toward his beloved mountain.
He had beaten Valley Fox Club at their own game and was well content.
