Happy Jack hesitated. He knew that Farmer Brown's boy had tried to make
friends with him, and every day since the ice and snow had come had put
out nuts and corn for him, but he couldn't quite forget the old fear of
him. He couldn't quite trust him. So now he hesitated. Then he looked
back. Shadow the Weasel was only a few jumps behind him, and his little
eyes glowed red and savage. Farmer Brown's boy might not hurt him, but
Shadow certainly would. Shadow would kill him. Happy Jack made up his
mind, and with a little gasp raced madly across the snow straight to
Farmer Brown's boy and ran right up to his shoulder.
Shadow the Weasel had been so intent on catching Happy Jack that he
hadn't noticed Farmer Brown's boy at all. Now he saw him for the first
time and stopped short, snarling and spitting. Whatever else you may say
of Shadow the Weasel, he is no coward. For a minute it looked as if he
really meant to follow Happy Jack and get him in spite of Farmer Brown's
boy, and Happy Jack trembled as he looked down into those angry little
red eyes.
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