time take him out of the Green Forest and that wouldn't do at
all. So after a while Lightfoot became uncertain. He didn't know
just what to do. You see, he couldn't tell whether or not that
hunter with the terrible gun was still following him.

Every once in a while he would stop in a thicket of young trees
or behind a tangle of fallen trees uprooted by the wind. There
he would stand, facing the direction from which he had come, and
watch and listen for some sign that the hunter was still
following. But after a few minutes of this he would grow uneasy
and then bound away in the direction from which the Merry Little
Breezes were blowing, so as to be sure of not running into danger.

"If only I could know if that hunter is still following, I would
know better what to do," thought Lightfoot. "I've got to find out."



CHAPTER X: Lightfoot's Clever Trick

Lightfoot the Deer is smart. Yes, Sir, Lightfoot the Deer is
smart. He has to be, especially in the hunting season, to save
his life. If he were not smart he would have been killed long
ago. He never makes the foolish mistake of thinking that other
people are not smart. He knew that the hunter who had started out
to follow him early that morning was not one to be easily
discouraged or to be fooled by simple tricks. He had a very great
respect for the smartness of that hunter. He knew that he
couldn't afford to be careless for one little minute.