For the first time he had killed, and for the first time he had tasted warm blood, and the combination added to his existence an excitement that was greater than any desire he might have possessed to lie down in a sunny spot and sleep.

Now that he had learned the game, the hunting instinct trembled in every fibre of his small being.

He would have gone on hunting until his legs gave way under him if Neewa had not found a napping-place.
Astonished half out of his wits he watched Neewa as he leisurely climbed the trunk of a big poplar.

He had seen squirrels climb trees--just as he had seen birds fly--but Neewa's performance held him breathless; and not until the cub had stretched himself out comfortably in a crotch did Miki express himself.

Then he gave an incredulous yelp, sniffed at the butt of the tree, and made a half-hearted experiment at the thing himself.