As long as he knew just where the hunter was , he felt reasonably safe . The Merry Little Breezes are Lightfoot 's best friends . They always bring to him all the different scents they find as they wander through the Green Forest . And Lightfoot 's delicate nose is so wonderful that he can take these scents , even though they be very faint , and tell just who or what has made them . So , though he makes the best possible use of his big ears and his beautiful eyes , he trusts more to his nose to warn him of danger . For this reason , during the hunting season when he moves about , he moves in the direction from which the Merry Little Breezes may be blowing . He knows that they will bring to him warning of any danger which may lie in that direction . Now the hunter with the terrible gun who was looking for Lightfoot knew all this , for he was wise in the ways of Lightfoot and of the other little people of the Green Forest . When he had entered the Green Forest that morning he had first of all made sure of the direction from which the Merry Little Breezes were coming . Then he had begun to hunt in that direction , knowing that thus his scent would be carried behind him . It is more than likely that he would have reached the hiding-place of Lightfoot the Deer before the latter would have known that he was in the Green Forest , had it not been for Sammy Jay 's warning . When he reached the tangle of fallen trees behind which Lightfoot had been hiding , he worked around it slowly and with the greatest care , holding his terrible gun ready to use instantly should Lightfoot leap out . Presently he found Lightfoot 's footprints in the soft ground and studying them he knew that Lightfoot had known of his coming . `` It was that confounded Jay , '' muttered the hunter . `` Lightfoot heard him and knew what it meant . I know what he has done ; he has circled round so as to get behind me and get my scent . It is a clever trick , a very clever trick , but two can play at that game . I 'll just try that little trick myself . '' So the hunter in his turn made a wide circle back , and presently there was none of the dreaded man-smell among the scents which the Merry Little Breezes brought to Lightfoot . Lightfoot had lost track of the hunter .
CHAPTER VIII : Wit Against Wit It was a dreadful game the hunter with the terrible gun and Lightfoot the Deer were playing in the Green XXXXX .
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