CHAPTER XIII.
THE LITTLE SLY ONE From away up near the top of the rocky hill that rose abruptly across the inlet came a terrible screech, piercing and startling.
"Gee!" said the Babe, slipping closer to Uncle Andy, where they sat together on a log by the water.

"I'm glad that's away over there! What is it, Uncle Andy ?" "Lynx!" replied Uncle Andy, puffing at his pipe.
"What did he go and do _that_ for ?" "Well," said Uncle Andy presently, "if you'll try your level best to listen without interrupting, I'll tell you." "I'm _not_ interrupting!" protested the Babe.
"_Of_ course not!" agreed Uncle Andy.

"Well, you see, the lynx is the slyest thing that goes on four legs.

You think, maybe, a fox is sly.
That fool guide Bill's told you that.

Now, a fox is sly when he chooses to be, and when he wants to be impudent he'd sass King Solomon to his face.