There was no sign of fear, I can tell you, in the low growl which came from between their long, white, snarling teeth.

And those stealthy eyes halted.

For half a minute, motionless, they studied the crouching and defiant youngsters, evidently surprised to see how big and strong they had grown.

Then, very slowly and with dignity, they withdrew and presently disappeared.

For the weasel, though perhaps the most fearless assassin that prowls the woods, is no fool.