now I understand. He stored away here more than half of the good
things I have given him. I am glad he did. If he hadn't, he might
not come back, but I feel sure that to-night, when all is quiet, he
will come back to take away all his food. I must do something to keep
him here."

Farmer Brown's boy sat down to think things over. Then he got
an old box and made a little round hole in one end of it.
Very carefully he took up Whitefoot's nest and placed it under the
old box in the darkest corner of the sugar-house. Then he carried all
Whitefoot's supplies over there and put them under the box. He went
outside, and got some branches of hemlock and threw these in a little
pile over the box. After this he scattered some crumbs just outside.

Late that night Whitefoot did come back. The crumbs led him to the
old box. He crept inside. There was his snug little home! All in
a second Whitefoot understood, and trust and happiness returned.



CHAPTER VI: A Very Careless Jump

Whitefoot once more was happy. When he found his snug little nest
and his store of food under that old box in the darkest corner of
Farmer Brown's sugar-house, he knew that Farmer Brown's boy must
have placed them there. It was better than the old place under the
woodpile. It was the best place for a home Whitefoot ever had had.
It didn't take him long to change his mind about leaving the little
sugar-house. Somehow he seemed to know right down inside that his
home would not again be disturbed.