Coyote with his face hidden in his pocket-handkerchief.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</SPAN></span></p>
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<h2>VIII</h2>
<h3>A WATCHER AND A WORKER</h3>
<p>Benny Badger searched for some time before
he found a Ground Squirrel's hole
that looked as if its owner had finished it
only a day or two before.</p>
<p>The place was so far from the spot
where Benny had left Mr. Coyote that he
did not believe he could call loudly enough
for his helper to hear him.</p>
<p>For a few moments Benny thought
that perhaps he ought to go back and tell
Mr. Coyote that he had found a good place
to dig. But he soon changed his mind.</p>
<p>"I'll just begin digging and say nothing,"
he remarked to himself. "And per<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</SPAN></span>haps
I can catch this Ground Squirrel
without Mr. Coyote's help."</p>
<p>So he set to work. But he hadn't dug
very far into the hole before he heard Mr.
Coyote's voice close behind him. That
sly fellow had been following him all the
time.</p>
<p>"I hope the owner of this hole is at
home," Mr. Coyote ventured.</p>
<p>At those words Benny Badger backed
out of the hole and turned around.</p>
<p>"I'll let you dig a while," he said generously.</p>
<p>Mr. Coyote thanked him. But he answered
that he couldn't think of accepting
Benny Badger's offer.</p>
<p>"I know you would be disappointed not
to do the digging yourself," he explained.
"And besides, you're a better digger than
I am. So I'll let you tear this tunnel
open, while I go around to the back door<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</SPAN></span>
and watch.... You know, I have a very
sharp eye."</p>
<p>Benny Badger looked at Mr. Coyote
narrowly. It occurred to him that <i>both</i>
Mr. Coyote's eyes were very sharp. Furthermore,
his nose was sharp, too. And
so were his teeth. Yes! on the whole,
Benny thought, Mr. Coyote appeared to
be an exceedingly sharp person.</p>
<p>"Very well!" Benny told him at last.
"I'll do the digging, gladly—for I need
the practice that it will give me. You
see, I haven't dug more than a half-dozen
holes to-night."</p>
<p>Then he thrust his head into the opening
he had already made. But before he
had begun to throw more dirt behind him
he pulled his head out again and called to
his helper, who had moved a few steps
away.</p>
<p>"If the Ground Squirrel comes out<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</SPAN></span>
through his back door, please call me at
once!" he cried.</p>
<p>Mr. Coyote nodded his head over his
shoulder and smiled.</p>
<p>"I will," he agreed. "And I'll ask you
not to forget to dig hard, because you
know I'll be watching hard. And it
wouldn't be fair for one of us to do less
work than the other."</p>
<p>Benny Badger replied that in his opinion
Mr. Coyote's statement was in every
way reasonable.</p>
<p>And then he began to dig.</p>
<p>Benny would have made better time had
he not stopped every few minutes to listen;
for he did not want to miss hearing
Mr. Coyote's call.</p>
<p>But his ears caught nothing more than
a chuckle from the spot where Mr. Coyote
sat on his haunches in the grass, watching.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"I can stand his chuckling—if only he
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