of the mountain to see how it looked from that altitude. Thus it happened that Bud met Redcoat and Fluffy bringing the other three puppies from the spruces. Redcoat had two in his mouth, one sprawling from either side, while Fluffy had one, but the foxes bolted at sight of Bud and he had too many troubles of his own on hand to pay any further attention to them. Fifteen minutes after Redcoat had deposited the first little fox at the feet of Kitty Mason he returned, closely followed by Fluffy, carrying the two small foxes in his mouth. At the sight of the girl he paused in the pathway for several seconds uncertain and then turned sharply to one side and disappeared in the underbrush closely followed by his mate. After a few minutes he returned, and the girl knew that he had found a safe hiding place for the three small foxes and that the mate was guarding them while he had returned for the fourth. He came up to within about ten feet of her and stood watching her narrowly, waiting to see what she would do. He was plainly anxious, so
