Roy Blakely, Pathfinder

away. And the animal would have been a prisoner, too, because he could never have got out of that house. The windows were

ared and excited and I didn't do anything. Then I saw the animal prowling around

id that, because it put into my head something I had read, about the way the natives in India catch tigers. I read it in a natural

kes it worse for him, because they stick to his face and over his eyes and everywhere. He gets just plastered up with them. Then he gets excited-gee whiz, you can't blame him. And he rolls around on the ground and can't see and just rolls and r

tried to drop them so they'd fall around the foot of the tree and a lot of them did. More than half of them fell right side up. A couple of them stuck to the trunk, but I didn't care. Mayb

wn right near him and he pawed it. Maybe he thought it was a chop, hey? It just caught his paw and he tried to wipe it off against his f

n him! He tried to rub it off against his head and it stuck there and then there was a circus. He rolled over on the ground and caught another sheet against his side. In another second he had one

ause he went, kerplunk, up against a tree and then rolled away and went banging against the spring house. He had two sheets on his face and another one on his paw and the whole front of him was all m

gle foot for mine; that's what I say. If the Allies had used tanglefoot, the war would have been over three years ago. And