the foot of the mountain the hound was only a hundred feet behind. Whether by mere chance, or design, I do not know, but Redcoat chose the trail up the mountainside leading along the narrow ledge.
Once he was in the narrow path, he did not hurry so much, but let the greyhound get within fifty feet of him, and as they neared the narrow spot the greyhound was within thirty feet.
Bud Holcome, who had come out on the meadows to look for the dogs espied them at this point in the chase. Or rather, he saw the greyhound, and Redcoat just ahead of him, but he mistook the fox for Scottie, who was a red sable collie.
"Thunder," he ejaculated, "Scottie had better be careful, or he will get a tumble. I wonder what they are chasing up there." Then Bud noted another figure just behind the greyhound.
"Why, that was Scottie. The animal ahead was not Scottie at all."
Just at this point in the exciting chase Bud saw the animal ahead, which he decided
