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Then he fell upon his fellow-traveller without more ado, and they fought until they could not see out of their eyes, till their noses were bleeding, their clothes in rags, and the Jackal had nearly died of laughing.

‘Are you satisfied?’ asked the Partridge of her friend.

‘Well, answered the Jackal, ‘you have certainly made me laugh, but I doubt if you could make me cry. It is easy enough to be a buffoon; it is more difficult to excite the higher emotions.’

‘Let us see,’ retorted the Partridge, somewhat piqued ; ‘there is a huntsman with his dogs coming along the road. Just creep into that hollow tree and watch me: if you don’t weep scalding tears, you must have no feeling in you!’

The Jackal did as he was bid, and watched the Partridge, who began fluttering about the bushes till the dogs caught sight of her, when she flew to the hollow tree where the Jackal was hidden. Of course the dogs smelt him at once, and set up such a yelping and scratching that the huntsman came up, and seeing what it was, dragged the Jackal out by the tail. Whereupon the dogs worried him to their hearts’ content, and finally left him for dead.

By and by he opened his eyes—for he was only foxing—and saw the Partridge sitting on a branch above him. .

‘Did you cry?’ she asked anxiously. ‘Did I rouse your higher emo—'

‘Be quiet, will you!’ snarled the Jackal ; half dead with fear!’

So there the Jackal lay for some time, getting