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<h2 >XI</h2><h3>CUFFY AND THE CAVE</h3> Nimble did not spend all his spare moments with the other Spike Horns. Once in a while he met Cuffy Bear prowling about near the foot of Blue Mountain. But Nimble never had a mock battle with Cuffy. Cuffy Bear was a famous boxer. And in each of his paws he carried long sharp claws. What if Cuffy should forget to pull in those claws sometime, when he struck you a playful tap? Ah! That wouldn't be very pleasant! This was what Nimble thought about the matter. So he never butted Cuffy Bear nor pricked him with his spikes. [Pg 61]On the whole they found each other good company. Cuffy liked to see Nimble jump. And Nimble liked to see Cuffy climb trees. One day, late in the fall, that year when Nimble was a Spike Horn, he strayed half way up the side of Blue Mountain. It was seldom that Nimble wandered so far up the steep and thickly wooded slopes. But old dog Spot was ranging about the lower woods. And for once Nimble did not run for Cedar Swamp when he heard the old dog bay. Instead he climbed steadily until he was sure that he had shaken Spot off his trail. Nimble had stopped for a drink at the spring which marked the beginning of Broad Brook and there he met Cuffy Bear, who was just turning away from the ice-framed pool. "Aren't you a long way from home?" Cuffy asked him. [Pg 62]"Yes! But I can get down to my favorite ridge quickly enough, when I want to," said Nimble. "Do you live in this neighborhood?" "I'm not quite sure," Cuffy Bear replied. "I've had my eye on a snug den a little further up the mountain. I'm thinking of living there, if it suits me.... Wouldn't you like to see it?" Nimble told Cuffy that he would be delighted. So they started up the mountain, after Nimble had had his drink. Cuffy Bear led the way. And in a short time he stopped in front of a cave. A tangle of bushes hid the mouth of it. You'd have passed right by it without ever guessing that there was any cave there. "This is it," Cuffy Bear told Nimble. "Come right in!" "No, thank you. I'd rather not," said[Pg 63] Nimble. "I don't care for caves, myself, though this seems to be a good one." "It's worth seeing," Cuffy Bear urged. "No, thank you!" Nimble repeated. "You don't mind if I take a look at it?" Cuffy Bear inquired. "Maybe I can make up my mind—about living here—if I look at the cave once more." "Go inside, by all means!" Nimble cried. "Will you wait here till I come out?" Cuffy asked him. And Nimble promised that he would wait. Cuffy Bear yawned as he turned away. And Nimble thought it strange that he didn't take the trouble to beg pardon, nor to cover the yawn with a paw. Only a very careless—or a very sleepy—person would forget those things, Nimble knew. Well, Cuffy crept inside the cave. And[Pg 64] outside Nimble waited. He waited and waited, until at last the afternoon light began to fade. "I wish he'd hurry," Nimble muttered. "We're going to have a storm and I don't want to stay up here in it, all night." Snowflakes were already falling. And Nimble wished he hadn't promised that he would wait till Cuffy Bear came out of the cave. He went to the entrance and called. But he got no answer. "I hope nothing has happened to him," Nimble said. But something had. Contents <hr /> [Pg 65] <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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