he tried to keep himself looking neat.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[7]</SPAN></span></p>
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<h2>II</h2>
<h3>HUNTING FOR SOMETHING</h3>
<p>It was a pleasant summer's night. Anyone
would have supposed that it was just
the sort of weather that Benny Badger
might have chosen for digging holes. But
he must have thought that he had dug
enough holes for the time being. He wandered
about as if he had lost a hole somewhere
and couldn't find it. And whenever
he spied a hole made by one of his
smaller neighbors he stopped and looked
at it closely.</p>
<p>But none of them seemed to be the one
he was looking for. At least, Benny examined
a good many holes, and then<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</SPAN></span>
passed on again, before he came to one at
last that was different from all the rest.
If you could have seen the look of pleasure
on Benny's odd face when he caught
sight of this particular hole you would
have known at once that his search had
come to an end.</p>
<p>Now, as a matter of fact, Benny Badger
had not lost a hole. His strange behavior
did not mean that. It meant that
he was searching for a <i>fresh</i> hole, which
some ground squirrel had dug so short a
time before that there couldn't be much
doubt that the small owner was then
living in it.</p>
<div class="figleft"> <ANTIMG src="images/illus-1.jpg" width-obs="274" height-obs="400" alt="Mr. Ground Squirrel Escapes from Benny." title="Mr. Ground Squirrel Escapes from Benny." /> <span class="caption">Mr. Ground Squirrel Escapes from Benny.</span></div>
<p>To be sure, Benny might have dug his
way to the furthest end of each hole that
he found that night. And doubtless he
would have enjoyed such a pastime. But
as for finding a plump ground squirrel at
the end of every tunnel—ah! that would<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</SPAN></span>
have been a different matter. No such
pleasant sight would have greeted Benny's
eyes. And on this evening he wanted
to find some such reward when his digging
came to an end.</p>
<p>He knew as well as he knew anything in
the world that newly scattered earth never
lay strewn about the doorway of an <i>old</i>
hole.</p>
<p>And that was the reason he passed by
so many holes with hardly more than a
swift glance.</p>
<p>But when at length he found what he
had been looking for—a hole with fresh
brown dirt scattered carelessly around it—Benny
Badger showed by every one of
his actions that he didn't intend to move
on until he had burrowed to the very end
of it.</p>
<p>A broad smile lighted up his queerly
marked face. At least, he opened his<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</SPAN></span>
mouth and showed a good many of his
teeth. And a bright, eager glint came into
his eyes; whereas they had had a somewhat
wistful look before, as if their owner
might have been hungry, and didn't exactly
know where he was going to find a
meal.</p>
<p>Then Benny Badger looked all around,
to see whether anybody might be watching
him. But there was no one in sight.
And if there had been, Benny Badger
would have done no more than tell him
that he had better run along about his
business, because it would do him no good
to wait—none at all.</p>
<p>And if the onlooker had happened to
come so near as to bother Benny in what
he intended to do, that unfortunate person
might have wished that he had taken a
bit of friendly advice in time, and made
himself scarce.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>But, of course, Benny Badger was not
so foolish as to give any such warning,
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