But little by little Redcoat instilled into her a fear of their worst enemy. He taught her all his fox lore, his knowledge of men and dogs and traps and poison, and all this time he hunted for both of them.
Blue Lady thought him the most wonderful fox that she had ever seen, and this greatly flattered his vanity, so he became more daring than ever. Many were the wonderful feasts that the pair of foxes had at the expense of the farmers, as they journeyed leisurely northward, for although they zigzagged about, yet their course was always to the north. There were two reasons for this. First, Redcoat knew that his old range was to the south and he wished to get as far away from it as possible. Then too, the winds from the north were cooler and fresher than those from the south. Somehow this suggestion of cold satisfied Redcoat, as the balmy south breezes did not. For the foxes are children of the snow, for they always revel in the first snowstorm of the season, rolling and swimming in it, and playing in it like children. When it is deep
