Whitefoot scampered along through a little tunnel and presently very
cautiously peeped out of another little round hole in the snow.
Sure enough, there was Whitey the Snowy Owl back to him on a stump,
watching the hole down which he had disappeared a few minutes
before. Whitefoot grinned. Then he looked over to where he had
last seen Jumper. Jumper was still there; it was clear that he
hadn't moved, and so Whitey hadn't seen him. Again Whitefoot grinned.
Then he settled himself to watch patiently for Whitey to become tired
of watching that hole and fly away.

So it was that Whitefoot saw all that happened. He saw Whitey
suddenly sail out on silent wings from that stump and swoop with
great claws reaching for some one. And then he saw who that some
one was, -- Shadow the Weasel! He saw Shadow dodge in the very nick
of time. Then he watched Whitey swoop again and again as Shadow
dodged this way and that way. Finally both disappeared amongst the
trees. Then he turned just in time to see Jumper the Hare bounding
away with all the speed of his wonderful, long legs.

Fear, the greatest fear he had known for a long time, took possession
of Whitefoot. "Shadow the Weasel!" he gasped and had such a thing
been possible he certainly would have turned pale. "Whitey won't
catch him; Shadow is too quick for him. And when Whitey has given up
and flown away, Shadow will come back. He probably had found the
tracks of Jumper the Hare and he will come back. I know him; he'll
come back. Jumper is safe enough from him now, because he has such a
long start, but Shadow will be sure to find one of my holes in the snow.
Oh, dear! Oh, dear! What shall I do?"

You see Shadow the Weasel is the one enemy that can follow Whitefoot