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up this Ironstick,&quot; he said. Seizing the hammer 

 in his strong jaws, and placing his paws on the 

 barrel and stock, he tore it off and completely 

 demolished the old muzzle-loader. 



&quot; Well,&quot; yawned Wolf, stretching himself, 

 &quot; you re a match for the Man, I believe. I m 

 off, for I ve got a long run ahead of me the 

 Pack gathers to-night at Deep Creek.&quot; 



&quot; What s the run Stag ? &quot; asked Pisew, 

 insinuatingly. 



&quot; Whatever it may be it will be all eaten,&quot; 

 answered Rof ; &quot; so you need n t trail. Good 

 bye, Lieutenant,&quot; he barked, loping with power 

 ful strides through the woods out of sight. 



&quot; I 11 go with you, most wise Lieutenant,&quot; 

 declared Pisew. 



&quot; Well, trot along in front,&quot; grunted Carcajou; 

 c&amp;lt; I want to fix the trail a bit.&quot; After they had 

 walked for half an hour Wolverine stopped, and, 

 cocking his eye up a slim pole which seemed to 

 grow from the centre of a high Spruce stump, 

 exclaimed, &quot; Great-Eating ! what in the name of 

 Wiesahkechack is that ? &quot; 



&quot; Meat ! &quot; answered Pisew, looking at some 

 thing which dangled from the top of the 

 pole. 



&quot;It s Fran9ois again,&quot; said Carcajou, sniffing 

 at the stump. 



