"You'd better go along home," Frisky called to him. "You can never
catch me, if you try till snow flies."

Mr. Hawk lighted on a near-by tree and looked at Frisky. Frisky was a
plump little squirrel and Mr. Hawk hated to give him up. But as he
thought the matter over he seemed to decide that Frisky was a little
too spry for him. And with one more whistle he mounted up above the
trees and sailed calmly away.

Frisky Squirrel went home then; and he told his mother what sport he
had had, and how Mr. Hawk had at last flown away in despair. "I hope
he'll come back again to-morrow," said Frisky.

But Mrs. Squirrel shook her head. She wished that Frisky was less
daring.




VI

Mr. Hawk Returns


After he escaped from the fierce red-tailed hawk you would naturally
think that Frisky Squirrel would have been glad to keep away from such
a great, strong enemy. But the very next day found Frisky searching
everywhere for that cruel, hook-nosed Mr. Hawk. He wanted more of that
fine sport that he had had the day before, dodging and twisting around
the limbs of the trees, while Mr. Hawk swooped down and tried to seize