are dangerous and which are not. A sort of wild instinct.
This instinct told Redcoat, that while this was one of the man-creatures' people, yet this particular person was not dangerous. So he stood and looked at her for a long time.
Finally Kitty tried the experiment of speaking to him in a soft caressing voice, and just how caressing her voice could be Bud Holcome could well have testified.
"Hello, Mr. Red Fox. Hello old chap. How are you this fine morning?"
To her great surprise the fox did not immediately flee, but instead cocked his head on one side and looked at her still more intently.
He rather liked this calm caressing sound. It gave him a strange tingling sensation in all his nerves, and he was not a bit afraid.
Just at this point in the pleasant acquaintance Kitty's small brother came running around the bush.
"Hush," warned Kitty, but she spoke too late.
