From tree to tree raced Happy Jack , making desperately long leaps . Shadow the Weasel followed , and though he ran swiftly , he did n't appear to be hurrying , and he took no chances on those long leaps . If the leap was too long to take safely , Shadow simply ran back down the tree , across to the next one and up that . It did n't worry him at all that Happy Jack was so far ahead that he was out of sight . He knew that he could trust his nose to follow the scent of Happy Jack . In fact , it rather pleased him to have Happy Jack race away in such fright , for in that way he would soon tire himself out . And this is just what Happy Jack did do . He ran and jumped and jumped and ran as fast as he could until he was so out of breath that he just had to stop for a rest . But he could n't rest much . He was too terribly frightened . He shivered and shook while he got his breath , and never for a second did he take his eyes from his back trail . Presently he saw a slim white form darting along the snow straight towards the tree in which he was resting . Once more Happy Jack ran , and somehow he felt terribly helpless and hopeless . He had to rest oftener now , and each rest was shorter than the one before , because , you know , Shadow was a less and less distance behind . Poor Happy Jack ! He had tried every trick he knew , and not one of them had fooled Shadow the Weasel . Now he was too tired to run much farther . The last little bit of hope left Happy Jack 's heart . He blinked his eyes very fast to keep back the tears , as he thought that this was probably the last time he would ever look at the beautiful Green Forest he loved so . Then he gritted his teeth and made up his mind that anyway he would fight his best , even if it was hopeless .
It was just at that very minute that he heard the voice of Tommy Tit the Chickadee calling XXXXX him in great excitement , and somehow , he did n't know why , a wee bit of hope sprang up in his heart .
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