And before the panther had recovered from his surprise he found himself alone.
'What am I to do now?' he asked the old man, who soon came back to see how things had turned out.
'It is very unfortunate, certainly,' answered he; 'but I think I know where you can find him.There is a melon garden about two miles from here, and as jackals are very fond of melons they are nearly sure to have gone there to feed.If you see a tailless jackal you will know that he is the one you want.' So the panther thanked him and went his way.
Now the jackal had guessed what advice the old man would give his enemy, and so, while his friends were greedily eating the ripest melons in the sunniest corner of the garden, he stole behind them and tied their tails together.He had only just finished when his ears caught the sound of breaking branches; and he cried: 'Quick! quick! here comes the master of the garden!' And the jackals sprang up and ran away in all directions, leaving their tails behind them.And how was the panther to know which was his enemy?
'They none of them had any tails,' he said sadly to the old man, 'and Iam tired of hunting them.I shall leave them alone and go and catch something for supper.'
Of course the hedgehog had not been able to take part in any of these adventures; but as soon as all danger was over, the jackal went to look for his friend, whom he was lucky enough to find at home.
'Ah, there you are,' he said gaily.'I have lost my tail since I saw you last.And other people have lost theirs too; but that is no matter! I am hungry, so come with me to the shepherd who is sitting over there, and we will ask him to sell us one of his sheep.'
'Yes, that is a good plan,' answered the hedgehog.And he walked as fast as his little legs would go to keep up with the jackal.When they reached the shepherd the jackal pulled out his purse from under his foreleg, and made his bargain.
'Only wait till to-morrow,' said the shepherd, 'and I will give you the biggest sheep you ever saw.But he always feeds at some distance from the rest of the flock, and it would take me a long time to catch him.'
'Well, it is very tiresome, but I suppose I must wait,' replied the jackal.And he and the hedgehog looked about for a nice dry cave in which to make themselves comfortable for the night.But, after they had gone, the shepherd killed one of his sheep, and stripped off his skin, which he sewed tightly round a greyhound he had with him, and put a cord round its neck.Then he lay down and went to sleep.
Very, very early, before the sun was properly up, the jackal and the hedgehog were pulling at the shepherd's cloak.
'Wake up,' they said, 'and give us that sheep.We have had nothing to eat all night, and are very hungry.'
The shepherd yawned and rubbed his eyes.'He is tied up to that tree;go and take him.' So they went to the tree and unfastened the cord, and turned to go back to the cave where they had slept, dragging the greyhound after them.When they reached the cave the jackal said to the hedgehog.
'Before I kill him let me see whether he is fat or thin.' And he stood a little way back, so that he might the better examine the animal.
After looking at him, with his head on one side, for a minute or two, he nodded gravely.
'He is quite fat enough; he is a good sheep.'
But the hedgehog, who sometimes showed more cunning than anyone would have guessed, answered:
'My friend, you are talking nonsense.The wool is indeed a sheep's wool, but the paws of my uncle the greyhound peep out from underneath.'
'He is a sheep,' repeated the jackal, who did not like to think anyone cleverer than himself.
'Hold the cord while I look at him,' answered the hedgehog.
Very unwillingly the jackal held the rope, while the hedgehog walked slowly round the greyhound till he reached the jackal again.He knew quite well by the paws and tail that it was a greyhound and not a sheep, that the shepherd had sold them; and as he could not tell what turn affairs might take, he resolved to get out of the way.
'Oh! yes, you are right,' he said to the jackal; 'but I never can eat till I have first drunk.I will just go and quench my thirst from that spring at the edge of the wood, and then I shall be ready for breakfast.'
'Don't be long, then,' called the jackal, as the hedgehog hurried off at his best pace.And he lay down under a rock to wait for him.
More than an hour passed by and the hedgehog had had plenty of time to go to the spring and back, and still there was no sign of him.And this was very natural, as he had hidden himself in some long grass under a tree!
At length the jackal guessed that for some reason his friend had run away, and determined to wait for his breakfast no longer.So he went up to the place where the greyhound had been tethered and untied the rope.But just as he was about to spring on his back and give him a deadly bite, the jackal heard a low growl, which never proceeded from the throat of any sheep.Like a flash of lightning the jackal threw down the cord and was flying across the plain; but though his legs were long, the greyhound's legs were longer still, and he soon came up with his prey.The jackal turned to fight, but he was no match for the greyhound, and in a few minutes he was lying dead on the ground, while the greyhound was trotting peacefully back to the shepherd.
[Nouveaux Contes Berberes, par Rene Basset.]
