for they did not dare follow Lightfoot out into the Big River.



CHAPTER XXII: Lightfoot's Long Swim

The Big River was very wide. It would have been a long swim for
Lightfoot had he been fresh and at his best. Strange as it may
seem, Lightfoot is a splendid swimmer, despite his small,
delicate feet. He enjoys swimming.

But now Lightfoot was terribly tired from his long run ahead of
the hounds. For a time he swam rapidly, but those weary muscles
grew still more weary, and by the time he reached the middle of
the Big River it seemed to him that he was not getting ahead at all.
At first he had tried to swim towards a clump of trees he
could see on the opposite bank above the point where he had
entered the water, but to do this he had to swim against the
current and he soon found that he hadn't the strength to do this.
Then he turned and headed for a point down the Big River.
This made the swimming easier, for the current helped him
instead of hindering him.

Even then he could feel his strength leaving him. Had he escaped
those hounds and the terrible hunters only to be drowned in the
Big River? This new fear gave him more strength for a little while.
But it did not last long. He was three fourths of the way
across the Big River but still that other shore seemed a long
distance away. Little by little hope died in the heart of
Lightfoot the Deer. He would keep on just as long as he could and