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Blue Wolf s powerful voice rang the Chase 

 Note in Muskwa s ear. It woke the big fellow 

 sufficiently to enable him to take a side-hook 

 sweep at the offender with his disengaged paw. 

 The blow was a sleepy one, else it had cracked 

 his tormentor s skull. 



&quot; He s coming all right,&quot; remarked the King, 

 critically. 



&quot; By the Flavour of Meat, he is ! &quot; ejaculated 

 Rof. 



In the end they got Muskwa on his feet, with 

 a little understanding in his stupor-clogged brain, 

 and half-pushing, half-leading, conducted him to 

 where Carcajou was sitting in the stocks. In his 

 flight Whisky-Jack had met Mooswa, and he 

 was there also. Beaver was chiselling away at 

 the pole ; for once loosened, even if they could 

 not spring the Trap sufficiently to get Carcajou s 

 paws out, between them they might manage to 

 get him away and cached somewhere ; anything 

 was better than letting him fall into the Trapper s 

 hands. 



&quot; Of all the wood I ever cut this is the worst,&quot; 

 panted Umisk, resting for a minute. &quot; It cramps 

 my neck cutting down so close sideways. It is 

 dry Tamarack, the slivers are all sticking in my 

 tongue/ 



As Black Fox and Rof withdrew their paws 



