gazed back at him. Then that beautiful head disappeared.

With a mighty bound, Lightfoot cleared the Laughing Brook and
rushed over to the thicket in which that beautiful head had
disappeared. He plunged in, but there was no one there.
Frantically he searched, but that thicket was empty. Then he
tood still and listened. Not a sound reached him. It was as
still as if there were no other living things in all the Green
Forest. The beautiful stranger had slipped away as silently as
a shadow.

All the rest of that night Lightfoot searched through the Green
Forest but his search was in vain. The longing to find that
beautiful stranger had become so great that he fairly ached with it.
It seemed to him that until he found her he could know no happiness.



CHAPTER XXXIII: A Different Game Of Hide And Seek

Once more Lightfoot the Deer was playing hide and seek in the
Green Forest. But it was a very different game from the one he
had played just a short time before. ou remember that then it
had been for his life that he had played, and he was the one who
had done all the hiding. Now, he was "it", and some one else was
doing the hiding. Instead of the dreadful fear which had filled
him in that other game, he was now filled with longing, --
longing to find and make friends with the beautiful stranger of
whom he had just once caught a glimpse, but of whom every day he
found tracks.