midnight
I think too much of Foxy to expose him to danger . But the best of it is , you ca n't put your eye , or your ear , or your fingers on that boy . You ca n't even _ smell _ him . He 's the color of the underbrush , silent as midnight , quick as lightning . You ca n't detect the difference between the smell of his clothes and of his skin and burning brushwood , or deer-hide . He can sidle up to the most timid wild thing . Oh !