I'll be as safe as if Whitey were nowhere about. Yes, sir, I will,"
thought Jumper. "By and by he will become tired and fly away.
I do hope he'll do that before Whitefoot comes out again.
If Whitefoot should come out, I couldn't warn him because that
would draw Whitey's attention to me, and he wouldn't look twice
at a Wood Mouse when there was a chance to get a Hare for his dinner.

"This is a queer world. It is so. Old Mother Nature does queer things.
Here she has given me a white coat in winter so that I may not
be easily seen when there is snow on the ground, and at the same
time she has given one of those I fear most a white coat so that he
may not be easily seen, either. It certainly is a queer world."

Jumper forgot that Whitey was only a chance visitor from the Far North
and that it was only once in a great while that he came down
there, while up in the Far North where he belonged nearly everybody
was dressed in white.

Jumper hadn't moved once, but once in a while Whitey turned his
great round head for a look all about in every direction. But it
was done in such a way that only eyes watching him sharply would
have noticed it. Most of the time he kept his fierce yellow eyes
fixed on the little hole in the snow in which Whitefoot had
disappeared. You know Whitey can see by day quite as well as any
other bird.

Jumper, having stopped worrying about himself, began to worry about
Whitefoot. He knew that Whitefoot had seen Whitey arrive on that
stump and that was why he had dodged back into bis hole and since
then had not even poked his nose out. But that had been so long ago