ire of the sport. But not Mr. Hawk! He
kept flying back and forth, back and forth, past Frisky. And his cruel
eyes glared terribly every time he came near.

"You'd better go along home," Frisky called to him. "You can never
catch me, if you try till snow flies."

Mr. Hawk lighted on a near-by tree and looked at Frisky. Frisky was a
plump little squirrel and Mr. Hawk hated to give him up. But as he
thought the matter over he seemed to decide that Frisky was a little
too spry for him. And with one more whistle he mounted up above the
trees and sailed calmly away.

Frisky Squirrel went home then; and he told his mother what sport he
had had, and how Mr. Hawk had at last flown away in despair. "I hope
he'll come back again to-morrow," said Frisky.

But Mrs. Squirrel shook her head. She wished that Frisky was less
daring.

VI

Mr. Hawk Returns

After he escaped from the fierce red-tailed hawk you would naturally
think that Frisky Squirrel would have been glad to keep away from such
a great, strong enemy. But the very next day found Frisky searching
everywhere for that cruel, hook-nosed Mr. Hawk. He wanted more of that
fine sport that he had had the day before, dodging and twisting around
the limbs of the trees, while Mr. Hawk swooped down and tried to seize
him. There was another reason, too, why Frisky wanted to find Mr. Hawk
again--and that was because he knew that it annoyed Mr. Hawk very much
not to be able to catch him. You see, Frisky Squirrel was a great
tease.

Well, as I said, Frisky hunted all through the woods for the red-tailed
hawk. But he couldn't find him. There was a good reason why--and that
was because Mr. Hawk was waiting for Frisky in the top of a tree near
Mrs. Squirrel's home. He was waiting and watching--was Mr. Hawk. When
Frisky had given up his search and was almost home he heard the smaller
birds warning one another of the danger, telling of the savage old
fellow who was half-hidden on a high branch of the tall elm. Frisky
first heard a flicker calling to a towhee; and the towhee told a robin;
and the robin told a little song sparrow that he had better keep out of
sight unless he wanted Mr. Hawk to catch him. You may be sure that the
little song sparrow was very careful after that. He gave a few _chips_,
just to do his share in warning the other forest-people to look out for
the red-tailed hawk; and then he crept into a thicket and kept just as
still as a mouse.

When Frisky hea