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to bite it makes a heavier price than either of 

 us cares to pay. Frar^ois knows that we smell 

 first, and bite last ; and if our noses detected 

 aught amiss would we pull the string with our 

 teeth ? &quot; 



&quot;Wise Lieutenant!&quot; murmured Lynx. 



&quot; Cunning old Thief! &quot; mused Wolf to himself. 



&quot; Do either of you food-hunters want it ? &quot; 

 asked Carcajou. 



&quot; I m not very hungry this morning/* answered 

 Blue Wolf. 



&quot; I discovered seven Deer Mice under a log 

 not two hours ago/ lied Pisew; &quot;sweet, long- 

 eared little Chaps they were, and quite fat from 

 eating the seeds of the yellow-lipped Sunflower 

 most delicious flavour it gives to their flesh. 

 My stomach is at peace for the first time in many 

 days.&quot; 



&quot; Keep your eye open for the Breed-Man, 

 then,&quot; commanded Wolverine ; &quot; I think I d 

 relish that Caribou steak your Deer-Mice 

 have given me an appetite.&quot; He tore the pine 

 logs away from one side of the gun, examined 

 the string critically, cut it with his sharp teeth 

 just behind the bait, and devoured the fresh meat 

 with great gusto, smacking his lips with a tanta 

 lizing suggestiveness of good fare. 



&quot;In case of accidents I think I d better break 



