Before I got back into mine, the wicked beasts were at it again tooth and claw.

Then Whitey had the best of it; Spotty ran away as fast as she could run, and Whitey came and lay down at the foot of my tree.

But in a minute or two she was up again, and walking about as if she thought Spotty might be lurking somewhere.

I waked often, and every time I looked out, I saw her.

In the morning she went away." "I know both the beasts," I said.