A fourth attempt met with like success, and the bird once more flew back into the air, but still kept circling over the tree.
"It's a wonder old foxy doesn't take to another tree," muttered Francois; "one with branches enough to shelter him, or to his own tree where his hole is.

There he would be safe." "That's exactly what he wishes to do," replied Lucien.

"But see! his enemy is directly over him.

There's no tree near enough, and if he attempted to run along the open ground, the hawk would be down upon him like a shot.

You saw how suddenly he dropped before ?" This was, in fact, the situation in which the squirrel was.