But Chatterer the Red Squirrel was running without hope. Yes, Sir, there was nothing but fear, terrible fear, in his heart, for he knew not where to go. The hollow tree or the holes in the old stone wall where he would be safe from any one else, even Farmer Brown’s boy, offered him no safety now, for the one who was following him with hunger in his angry-red eyes could go anywhere that he could go---could go into any hole big enough for him to squeeze into. |






