"Squirrels don't cry like a cat, and I heard that beast just cry," said Jack. "All squirrels do is to chatter."
"There's another danger," said Gif. "If we come too close to that tree we'll probably drive the wildcat, or whatever it is, up to where Andy is."
"Here's the bird!" shouted Andy from above, and threw the partridge down and away from the tree.
Jack and Andy's twin took a few steps closer to the big cedar, at the same time holding their guns ready for instant use. They peered upward among the snow-laden branches, and presently caught sight of a slinking form resting in a crotch of the tree.
"There it is!" exclaimed Randy, and was on the point of firing when the wildcat—for such it had proved to be—dropped out of sight and leaped to a branch on the other side of the tree trunk.
"Hi there! don't drive that beast up here," called out Andy.
"Andy," called back his twin suddenly, "weren't you carrying that flashlight?"
"No, I left it at the Lodge. I didn't think I would want it on the trip to Henryville."
"I've got my flashlight," remarked Gif. "Here it is," and he brought it forth.
The light was flashed up into the tree and around from branch to branch. As the rays traveled through the cedar there was a sudden wild cry from the animal, and then came a swish and a whirr as the wildcat sprang to the outer end of a limb and then down into the snow.