MOOSWA 



audience. Presently Blue Wolf and Lynx came 

 in sight, jogging along together. &quot; Eur-r-r-r ! &quot; 

 said Wolf, hoarsely ; &quot; had any Eating this day, 

 Gulo ? &quot; 



&quot; No appetite,&quot; declared Carcajou, getting up 

 so the half-starved Lynx might see his well- 

 rounded stomach. 



&quot; Most wise Lieutenant,&quot; smirked Pisew, 

 &quot; what wisdom hast thou originated this day ? &quot; 



&quot;That s a queer thing, isn t it?&quot; remarked 

 Carcajou, nodding his broad forehead towards 

 the baited gun. 



Blue Wolf looked, took a wide detour, and 

 approached it from the side. The others followed 

 in his footsteps. 



&quot; Years have given you sagacity, Mister Rof,&quot; 

 commended Wolverine. &quot; From the side always, 

 eh? Danger sits on top, and Death waits in 

 front.&quot; 



&quot; My nose finds a Bait ! &quot; answered Wolf. 



&quot; It s Meat ! &quot; added Pisew, working his mus- 

 tached upper lip like a cat. 



Cf I smell powder ! &quot; declared Carcajou, quietly. 



&quot; The evil breath of the Ironstick ? &quot; queried 

 Blue Wolf. &quot; Perhaps the White Death-powder 

 makes that peculiar odour,&quot; he hazarded. 



&quot; No,&quot; asserted Carcajou ; &quot; Frangois knows 

 better than that : to smell that Bait costs nothing ; 



