After a while he stopped with a satisfied grin . `` I thought as much , '' he muttered . `` He heard that pesky Jay and circled around so as to get my scent . I 'll just cut across to my old trail and unless I am greatly mistaken , I 'll find his tracks there . '' So , swiftly but silently , the hunter cut across to his old trail , and in a few moments he found just what he expected , -- one of Lightfoot 's footprints . Once more he grinned . `` Well , old fellow , I 've outguessed you this time , '' said he to himself . `` I am behind you and the wind is from you to me , so that you can not get my scent . I would n't be a bit surprised if you 're back right where you started from , behind that old windfall . '' He at once began to move forward silently and cautiously , with eyes and ears alert and his terrible gun ready for instant use . Now when Lightfoot , following behind the hunter , had lost the scent of the latter , he guessed right away that the latter had found his tracks and had started to follow them . Lightfoot stood still and listened with all his might for some little sound to tell him where the hunter was . But there was no sound and after a little Lightfoot began to move on . He did n't dare remain still , lest the hunter should creep up within shooting distance . There was only one direction in which it was safe for Lightfoot to move , and that was the direction from which the Merry Little Breezes were blowing . So long as they brought him none of the dreaded man-smell , he knew that he was safe . The hunter might be behind him -- probably he was -- but ahead of him , so long as the Merry Little Breezes were blowing in his face and brought no man-smell , was safety . CHAPTER IX : Lightfoot Becomes Uncertain Lightfoot the Deer traveled on through the Green Forest , straight ahead in the direction from which the Merry Little Breezes were blowing . Every few steps he would raise his delicate nose and test all the scents that the Merry Little Breezes were bringing . So long as he kept the Merry Little Breezes blowing in his face , he could be sure whether or not there was danger ahead of him .
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