"O Kit," cried the small boy. "Look, Kit! Look! See the great red fox."
If Redcoat had been doubtful as to the genus of the girl, he was not at all uncertain concerning her brother. This was one of the men in embryo. The other kind with the flowing garments about her might be harmless, but this other sort was dangerous. So Redcoat bolted like a streak.
Two other times Kitty saw Redcoat, and once he had his family with him.
Although they were quite a distance away, yet she had a good view of them at play. It was a wonderful sight, and there was no small boy along to break in on the fun this time.
Very casually, Kitty mentioned her acquaintance with Redcoat to Bud Holcome.
At first he laughed at the idea that she had ever talked with the sly fellow, but when she told more fully of the circumstances he was convinced.
"My," concluded Kitty, "but he had a beautiful coat. If he didn't have to be caught I would like him for a muff. You
