Chapter 4

But how could Henry Skunk hear him, with his head buried inside the hole? _He_ didn't know what was happening. And if Frisky and Freddie hadn't rolled right upon him he probably would never have looked around until it was too late.

But when Henry felt that rolling, tumbling, fighting pair bump against him he drew his head out of the hole in a hurry. And as soon as he saw what was happening he sunk his own sharp teeth deep into Freddie Weasel's back.

Freddie let go of Frisky Squirrel at once. And he gave Henry Skunk's nose such a savage nip that Henry just had to squeal--it hurt him so. In order to squeal, of course he had to open his mouth. And when he opened his mouth he had to let go of Freddie Weasel.

That was exactly what Freddie Weasel wanted. He sprang up and dashed into the bushes. He was not afraid of Frisky Squirrel. But Henry Skunk was altogether too big. Freddie did not enjoy fighting _him_.

Well! Frisky, with his aching shoulder, and Henry Skunk, with his sore nose, went off together. They didn't say a word to each other, until they reached the hickory tree where Frisky lived. And then all they said was "Good-night!"

Frisky never spied on anybody again. He had learned that it is better not to meddle in other people's private affairs. So, after all, perhaps it was a good thing that he tried, just once, to catch Freddie Weasel asleep.

THE END

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Transcriber's Notes

1. Punctuation has been normalized to contemporary standards. 2. Frontispiece illustration relocated to after copyright notice. 3. Roman numerals in original Table of Contents retained and applied at chapter headings. 4. Typographic errors corrected in original: p. 12 Friskly to Frisky ("Frisky simply had") p. 49 like to liked ("Frisky Squirrel liked to play")