"He's still chasing me. And I can't run forever. What shall I do?" Jimmy asked the old gentleman.
"I'll think the matter over and let you know to-morrow," Mr. Crow muttered hoarsely. To tell the truth, he was alarmed himself. And he had no idea what Jimmy Rabbit could do to save himself from Grumpy Weasel.
While they talked, Grumpy's cousin, Peter Mink, watched them slyly.
"Who do you think is going to win the race?" he jeered.
Mr. Crow did not even turn his head. He felt very uncomfortable. But he tried to look unconcerned.
"Run along!" he said to Jimmy. "To-morrow I'll tell you what to do."
"To-morrow—" Jimmy Rabbit panted—"to-morrow will be too late."
Then all at once Mr. Crow had an idea.
And he whispered something in one of Jimmy Rabbit's long ears that made the poor fellow take heart.