ts they find as they
wander through the Green Forest. And Lightfoot's delicate nose
is so wonderful that he can take these scents, even though they
be very faint, and tell just who or what has made them. So,
though he makes the best possible use of his big ears and his
beautiful eyes, he trusts more to his nose to warn him of danger.
For this reason, during the hunting season when he moves about,
he moves in the direction from which the Merry Little Breezes may
be blowing. He knows that they will bring to him warning of any
danger which may lie in that direction.

Now the hunter with the terrible gun who was looking for
Lightfoot knew all this, for he was wise in the ways of Lightfoot
and of the other little people of the Green Forest. When he had
entered the Green Forest that morning he had first of all made
sure of the direction from which the Merry Little Breezes were
coming. Then he had begun to hunt in that direction, knowing
that thus his scent would be carried behind him. It is more than
likely that he would have reached the hiding-place of Lightfoot
the Deer before the latter would have known that he was in the
Green Forest, had it not been for Sammy Jay's warning.

When he reached the tangle of fallen trees behind which Lightfoot
had been hiding, he worked around it slowly and with the greatest
care, holding his terrible gun ready to use instantly should
Lightfoot leap out. Presently he found Lightfoot's footprints in
the soft ground and studying them he knew that Lightfoot had
known of his coming.

"It was that confounded Jay," muttered the hunter. "Lightfoot
heard him and knew what it meant. I know what he has done; he has
circled round so as to get behind me and get my scent. It is a
clever trick, a very clever trick, but two can play at that
game. I'll just try that little trick myself."

So the hunter in his turn made a wide circle back, and presently
there was none of the dreaded man-smell among the scents which
the Merry Little Breezes brought to Lightfoot. Lightfoot had lost
track of the hunter.

CHAPTER VIII: Wit Against Wit

It was a dreadful game the hunter with the terrible gun and
Lightfoot the Deer were playing in the Green Forest. It was a
matching of wit against wit, the hunter seeking to take
Lightfoot's life, and Lightfoot seeking to save it.
The experience of other years had taught Lightfoot much of the
ways of hunters and not one of the things he had learned ab