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&quot; You always are, c Gulo the Glutton/ as Men 

 call you,&quot; twittered Jay. 



&quot; I don t care for hot pork, though,&quot; retorted 

 the other, making a grimace at the Bird. 



&quot; I believe they are heading for your house, 

 Black Fox,&quot; remarked Rof, as they trudged on 

 again. 



&quot; Fran9ois is setting a Trap in the King s Palace 

 in the Court Yard,&quot; cried Whisky-Jack, flutter 

 ing back to meet them. Sure enough, as the 

 friends crouched in a little coulee they could see 

 the Half-breed covering up a &quot; No. 3 &quot; directly 

 in front of Fox s hole. Near the Trap Fra^ois 

 deposited two pieces of meat. 



&quot; If the Old Lady comes out she ll get her toes 

 pinched,&quot; remarked Carcajou. 



Black Fox laughed. &quot; When Fran$ois catches 

 Mother, we all shall be very dead.&quot; 



When the Trapper had gone, the Comrades 

 drew close, and gingerly reconnoitred. &quot; Only 

 one Trap ! &quot; cried Carcajou ; &quot; this is too easy.&quot; 

 Cautiously fishing about in the snow he found a 

 chain ; pulling the Trap out, he gave it a yank 

 something touched the centre-plate, and it went oflF 

 with a vicious snap that made their hearts jump. 



&quot;Is the Bait all right, Whisky-Jack,&quot; asked 

 Black King. &quot; Was there any talk of White 

 Powder?&quot; 



