the first hunter who was standing a few rods away from the road waiting with cocked gun.
"Miss Mason," he called as he saw her. "Did you see anything of the fox?"
"What fox?" inquired Kitty innocently.
"Why the fox that the hounds are running."
"What, are the dogs running a real red fox? How exciting," she shouted back.
"Well, I guess you don't know any more about the fox than I do," returned the hunter. "If you see him tell the men further down the road."
Two other hunters hailed Kitty and about the same questions and answers were exchanged and they found out as little as the first one.
When she was far enough away not to create suspicion, Kitty put the horse into a gallop and did not let him slow down until she reached a wood road branching off from the main traveled road and running up into her father's wood lot. Up to that time, she had not known just what she would do with
