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paw. &quot; We 11 see fun yet if we wait,&quot; he chuckled 

 thickly. 



&quot; Don t bodder bout dat fell ,&quot; remonstrated 

 Fra^ois ; &quot;dat s only Whisky-Jack.&quot; 



&quot; Only what ? &quot; asked the lad. 



&quot;What dey call Canadienne Jay Whisky- 

 Jack.&quot; 



&quot;Shall I shoot him?&quot; 



&quot; No ; dat fell no good, but he s not wort de 

 powder an s ot.&quot; 



Jack heard a faint giggle come up from the 

 gray willows, for Wolverine had his big-clawed 

 fist half-way down his throat to choke the sound 

 of laughter. 



&quot; Our Clerk s Men Friends are compliment 

 ary,&quot; remarked Black King. 



The Boy cut a small piece of fat pork, stuck it 

 on a sharp stick, and busied himself somewhat at 

 the stove front ; but the watchers could not 

 quite see what he was doing. 



&quot; I think I 11 give Jay some breakfast,&quot; he 

 said suddenly ; &quot; the bird seems hungry : &quot; and 

 straightening his back, threw towards him the 

 lump of pork. 



With a pleased chuckle Jack swooped down 

 and drove his beak into the white mass like a 

 lance. Then he went through a rare set of 

 gymnastic contortions, for the wicked Boy had 



