Now the hunter with the terrible gun who was looking for
Lightfoot knew all this, for he was wise in the ways of Lightfoot
and of the other little people of the Green Forest. When he had
entered the Green Forest that morning he had first of all made
sure of the direction from which the Merry Little Breezes were
coming. Then he had begun to hunt in that direction, knowing
that thus his scent would be carried behind him. It is more than
likely that he would have reached the hiding-place of Lightfoot
the Deer before the latter would have known that he was in the
Green Forest, had it not been for Sammy Jay's warning.

When he reached the tangle of fallen trees behind which Lightfoot
had been hiding, he worked around it slowly and with the greatest
care, holding his terrible gun ready to use instantly should
Lightfoot leap out. Presently he found Lightfoot's footprints in
the soft ground and studying them he knew that Lightfoot had
known of his coming.

"It was that confounded Jay," muttered the hunter. "Lightfoot
heard him and knew what it meant. I know what he has done; he has
circled round so as to get behind me and get my scent. It is a
clever trick, a very clever trick, but two can play at that
game. I'll just try that little trick myself."

So the hunter in his turn made a wide circle back, and presently
there was none of the dreaded man-smell among the scents which
the Merry Little Breezes brought to Lightfoot. Lightfoot had lost
track of the hunter.