Bud looked up at the train as it thundered by. To his surprise he saw the engineer and the fireman leaning out of the window looking at him. Also, several of the passengers were looking from the windows. It had been a closer call than he had appreciated. As Bud picked himself up and looked about for Redcoat he discovered this maker of all his trouble standing about a hundred feet away looking at him. Bud thought that the fox wagged his tail, but he was not sure. The sight of the fox reminded Bud of his rifle. To shoot a fox when he was caught in the pitiable manner this one had been and when he was looking up into one's face was one thing, while to shoot him out in the open was another. So, Bud raised the rifle. But as soon as the cunning fox saw the thunder stick pointed at him he started for the distant woods in such a series of wild bounds that Bud knew it was almost useless to shoot at him; yet he sent a shot after him, but only succeeded in kicking up a shower of snow ten feet behind him.
If poor Redcoat was confused as he raced
