CHAPTER IV
SHARP EYES IS HURT
Sharp Eyes, the silver fox, could run very fast. So could Red Tail. And they knew they must run fast to get away from the dogs of the hunter. For when men go out to hunt wild animals or to trap them, dogs generally go with the men, and though a man can not run as fast as a fox or a deer, dogs can.
Red Tail told this to Sharp Eyes as they hurried along together. Behind them could be heard the rumble and roar of the man’s gun, sounding like thunder.
“Hurry, Sharp Eyes!” cried Red Tail. “Don’t let the hunter see you!”
“What will he do if he sees me?” asked the little fox boy.
“He’ll try to shoot you with his gun. That is, he will if he can not catch you alive.”
“Why would he want to catch me alive?” asked Sharp Eyes, as he trotted along beside the other fox. They slunk down between bushes, ran under fallen trees, crawled beneath old logs, and even ran in brooks of water.