"Hooty the Great Horned Owl, Yowler the Bob Cat, Old Man Coyote,
Reddy Fox, Terror the Goshawk, Shadow the Weasel, Billy Mink."
Jumper paused.

"Is that all?" demanded Whitefoot.

"Isn't that enough?" retorted Jumper rather sharply.

"I have all of those and Blacky the Crow and Butcher the Shrike and
Sammy Jay in winter, and Buster Hear and Jimmy Skunk and several of
the Snake family in summer," replied Whitefoot. "It seems to me
sometimes as if I need eyes and ears all over me. Night and day
there is always some one hunting for poor little me. And then some
folks wonder why I am so timid. If I were not as timid as I am,
I wouldn't be alive now; I would have been caught long ago. Folks may
laugh at me for being so easily frightened, but I don't care.
That is what saves my life a dozen times a day."

Jumper looked interested. "I hadn't thought of that," said he.
"I'm a very timid person myself, and sometimes I have been ashamed of
being so easily frightened. But come to think of it, I guess you are
right; the more timid I am, the longer I am likely to live."
Whitefoot suddenly darted into his hole. Jumper didn't move, but
his eyes widened with fear. A great white bird had just alighted on
a stump a short distance away. It was Whitey the Snowy Owl, down
from the Far North.

"There is another enemy we both forgot," thought Jumper,
and tried not to shiver.