<h2><SPAN name="CHAPTER_XIX" id="CHAPTER_XIX"></SPAN>CHAPTER XIX</h2>
<h3>SAMMY JAY IS MODEST</h3>
<p>As soon as the angry hunter with the terrible gun had disappeared among
the trees of the Green Forest, and Lightfoot was sure that he had gone
for good, Lightfoot came out from his hiding-place on top of the ridge
and walked down to the pond of Paddy the Beaver for a drink. He knew
that it was quite safe to do so, for Sammy Jay had followed the hunter,
all the time screaming, "Thief! thief! thief!" Every one within hearing
could tell just where that hunter was by<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[pg 98]</SPAN></span> Sammy's voice. It kept growing
fainter and fainter, and by that Lightfoot knew that the hunter was
getting farther and farther away.</p>
<p>Paddy the Beaver swam out from his hiding-place and climbed out on the
bank near Lightfoot. There was a twinkle in his eyes. "That blue-coated
mischief-maker isn't such a bad fellow at heart, after all, is he?" said
he.</p>
<p>Lightfoot lifted his beautiful head and set his ears forward to catch
the sound of Sammy's voice in the distance.</p>
<p>"Sammy Jay may be a mischief-maker, as some people say," said he, "but
you can always count on him to prove a true friend in time of danger. He
brought me warn<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[pg 99]</SPAN></span>ing of the coming of the hunter the other morning. You
saw him save Mr. and Mrs. Quack a little while ago, and then he actually
drove that hunter away. I suppose Sammy Jay has saved more lives than
any one I know of. I wish he would come back here and let me thank him."</p>
<p>Some time later Sammy Jay did come back. "Well," said he, as he smoothed
his feathers, "I chased that fellow clear to the edge of the Green
Forest, so I guess there will be nothing more to fear from him to-day.
I'm glad to see he hasn't got you yet, Lightfoot. I've been a bit
worried about you."</p>
<p>"Sammy," said Lightfoot, "you are one of the best friends I have.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[pg 100]</SPAN></span> I
don't know how I can ever thank you for what you have done for me."</p>
<p>"Don't try," replied Sammy shortly. "I haven't done anything but what
anybody else would have done. Old Mother Nature gave me a pair of good
eyes and a strong voice. I simply make the best use of them I can. Just
to see a hunter with a terrible gun makes me angry clear through. I'd
rather spoil his hunting than eat."</p>
<p>"You want to watch out, Sammy. One of these days a hunter will lose his
temper and shoot you, just to get even with you," warned Paddy the
Beaver.</p>
<p>"Don't worry about me," replied Sammy "I know just how far<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[pg 101]</SPAN></span> those
terrible guns can shoot, and I don't take any chances. By the way,
Lightfoot, the Green Forest is full of hunters looking for you. I've
seen a lot of them, and I know they are looking for you because they do
not shoot at anybody else even when they have a chance."</p>
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<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[pg 102]</SPAN></span></p>
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