tail. Of course. There would have been something very wrong with
his ears had he failed to hear it.

"Confound that Beaver!" muttered the hunter crossly. "If there
was a Deer anywhere around this pond, he probably is on his way now.
I'll have a look around and see if there are any signs."

So the hunter went on to the edge of Paddy's pond and then began
to walk around it, studying the ground as he walked. Presently he
found the footprints of Lightfoot in the mud where Lightfoot had
gone down to the pond to drink.

"I thought as much," muttered the hunter. "Those tracks were made
last night. That Deer probably was lying down somewhere near
here, and I might have had a shot but for that pesky Beaver.
I'll just look the land over, and then I think I'll wait here
awhile. If that Deer isn't too badly scared, he may come back."

So the hunter went quite around the pond, looking into all likely
hiding-places. He found where Lightfoot had been lying, and he
knew that in all probability Lightfoot had been there when Paddy
gave the danger signal.

"It's of no use for me to try to follow him," thought the
hunter. "It is too dry for me to track him. He may not be so
badly scared, after all. I'll just find a good place and wait."

So the hunter found an old log behind some small trees and there
sat down. He could see all around Paddy's pond. He sat
perfectly still. He was a clever hunter and he knew that so long