it points straight down, and so, often leaves a little stroke behind
the foot-marks. The Warhorse's tail of shining black, was of unusual
length, and at every bound, it left in the snow, a long stroke, so long
that that alone was almost enough to tell which Rabbit had made the
track.

Now some Rabbits seeing only a man without any Dog would have felt
little fear, but Warhorse, remembering some former stinging experiences
with a far-killer, fled when the foe was seventy-five yards away, and
skimming low, he ran southeast to a fence that ran easterly. Behind
this he went like a low-flying Hawk, till a mile away he reached
another of his beds; and here, after an observation taken as he stood
on his heels, he settled again to rest.

But not for long. In twenty minutes his great megaphone ears, so close
to the ground, caught a regular sound--crunch, crunch, crunch--the
tramp of a human foot, and he started up to see the man with the
shining stick in his hand, now drawing near.

Warhorse bounded out and away for the fence. Never once did he rise to
a "spy-hop" till the wire and rails were between him and his foe, an
unnecessary precaution as it chanced, for the man was watching the
trail and saw nothing of the Rabbit.

Jack skimmed along, keeping low and looking out for other enemies. He
knew now that the man was on his track, and the old instinct born of
ancestral trouble with Weasels was doubtless what prompted him to do
the double trail. He ran in a long, straight course to a distant fence,
followed its far side for fifty yards, then doubling back he retraced
his trail and ran off in a new direction till he reached another of his
dens or forms. He had been out all night and was very ready to rest,
now that the sun was ablaze on the snow; but he had hardly got the
place a little warmed when the "tramp, tramp, tramp" announced the
enemy, and he hurried away.

After a half-a-mile run he stopped on a slight rise and marked the man
still following, so he made a series of wonderful quirks in his trail,
a succession of blind zigzags that would have puzzled most trailers;
then running a hundred yards past a favorite form, he returned to it
from the other side, and settled to rest, sure that now the enemy would
be finally thrown off the scent.

It was slower than before, but still it came--"tramp, tramp, tramp."

Jack awoke, but sat still. The man tramped by on the trail one hundred
yards in front of him, and as he went on