continually hunted. It was getting so that Lightfoot half
expected a hunter to step out from behind every tree. Only when
the Black Shadows wrapped the Green Forest in darkness did he
know a moment of peace. And those hours of safety were filled
with dread of what the next day might bring.

Early one morning a terrible sound rang through the Green Forest
and brought Lightfoot to his feet with a startled jump. It was
the baying of hounds following a trail. At first it did not sound
so terrible. Lightfoot had often heard it before. Many times he
had listened to the baying of Bowser the Hound, as he followed
Reddy Fox. It had not sounded so terrible then because it meant
no danger to Lightfoot.

At first, as he listened early that morning, he took it for
granted that those hounds were after Reddy, and so, though
startled, he was not worried. But suddenly a dreadful suspicion
came to him and he grew more and more anxious as he listened.
In a few minutes there was no longer any doubt in his mind.
Those hounds were following his trail. It was then that the sound
of that baying became terrible. He must run for his life!
Those hounds would give him no rest. And he knew that in running
from them, he would no longer be able to watch so closely for the
hunters with terrible guns. He would no longer be able to hide
in thickets. At any time he might be driven right past one of
those hunters.

Lightfoot bounded away with such leaps as only Lightfoot can make.
In a little while the voices of the hounds grew fainter.
Lightfoot stopped to get his breath and stood trembling