He ran and jumped and jumped
and ran as fast as he could until he was so out of breath that he just
had to stop for a rest. But he couldn't rest much. He was too terribly
frightened. He shivered and shook while he got his breath, and never for
a second did he take his eyes from his back trail. Presently he saw a
slim white form darting along the snow straight towards the tree in
which he was resting. Once more Happy Jack ran, and somehow he felt
terribly helpless and hopeless.
He had to rest oftener now, and each rest was shorter than the one
before, because, you know, Shadow was a less and less distance behind.
Poor Happy Jack! He had tried every trick he knew, and not one of them
had fooled Shadow the Weasel. Now he was too tired to run much farther.
The last little bit of hope left Happy Jack's heart. He blinked his eyes
very fast to keep back the tears, as he thought that this was probably
the last time he would ever look at the beautiful Green Forest he loved
so. Then he gritted his teeth and made up his mind that anyway he would
fight his best, even if it was hopeless.
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