<h2><SPAN name="CHAPTER_XV" id="CHAPTER_XV"></SPAN>CHAPTER XV</h2>
<h3>THE THREE WATCHERS</h3>
<p>When Paddy the Beaver slapped the water with his broad tail, making a
noise like a pistol shot, Lightfoot understood that this was meant as a
warning of danger. He was on his feet instantly, with eyes, ears, and
nose seeking the cause of Paddy's warning. After a moment or two he
stole softly up to the top of a little ridge some distance back from
Paddy's pond, but from the top of which he could see the whole of the
pond. There he hid among some close-growing<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[pg 79]</SPAN></span> young hemlock-trees. It
wasn't long before he saw a hunter with a terrible gun come down to the
shore of the pond.</p>
<p>Now the hunter had heard Paddy slap the water with his broad tail. Of
course. There would have been something very wrong with his ears had he
failed to hear it.</p>
<p>"Confound that Beaver!" muttered the hunter crossly. "If there was a
Deer anywhere around this pond, he probably is on his way now. I'll have
a look around and see if there are any signs."</p>
<p>So the hunter went on to the edge of Paddy's pond and then began to walk
around it, studying the ground as he walked. Presently he found the
footprints of<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[pg 80]</SPAN></span> Lightfoot in the mud where Light foot had gone down to
the pond to drink.</p>
<p>"I thought as much," muttered the hunter. "Those tracks were made last
night. That Deer probably was lying down somewhere near here, and I
might have had a shot but for that pesky Beaver. I'll just look the land
over, and then I think I'll wait here awhile. If that Deer isn't too
badly scared, he may come back."</p>
<p>So the hunter went quite around the pond, looking into all likely
hiding-places. He found where Lightfoot had been lying, and he knew that
in all probability Lightfoot had been there when Paddy gave the danger
signal.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[pg 81]</SPAN></span>"It's of no use for me to try to follow him," thought the hunter. "It is
too dry for me to track him. He may not be so badly scared, after all.
I'll just find a good place and wait."</p>
<p>So the hunter found an old log behind some small trees and there sat
down. He could see all around Paddy's pond. He sat perfectly still. He
was a clever hunter and he knew that so long as he did not move he was
not likely to be noticed by any sharp eyes that might come that way.
What he didn't know was that Lightfoot had been watching him all the
time and was even then standing where he could see him. And another
thing he didn't know was that Paddy the<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[pg 82]</SPAN></span> Beaver had come out of his
house and, swimming under water, had reached a hiding-place on the
opposite shore from which he too had seen the hunter sit down on the
log.</p>
<p>So the hunter watched for Lightfoot, and Lightfoot and Paddy watched the
hunter.</p>
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<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[pg 83]</SPAN></span></p>
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