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the Trap. cc Squeeze now ! &quot; the Fox shouted 

 again, placing Bear s powerful paws on the 

 springs. 



&quot;I ll squeeze,&quot; answered Bruin, petulantly; 

 &quot;but why don t you speak louder say what 

 you mean. You Fellows have all got colds I 

 can t hear you.&quot; 



&quot; Dead Eagles ! but Fran9ois will,&quot; remarked 

 Jay. 



&quot;There, now, a little harder use your 

 strength, Muskwa ! &quot; 



The Bear pressed his great weight on the 

 springs ; they slipped down, and the jaws slowly 

 opened like the sides of a travelling-bag. With 

 a cry of delight Carcajou pulled his bruised fin 

 gers out, and in gratitude rubbed his short little 

 Coon-like head against Bruin s great cheek. 

 &quot; Good old Muskwa ! &quot; he cried joyfully ; &quot; I 11 

 never forget this.&quot; 



&quot; Your fingers will be a long time sore, then,&quot; 

 sneered Jay. 



&quot; Never mind little friend. It s all right ; 

 let me go to sleep now, don t don t bother ; &quot; 

 and he flopped over like a bag of potatoes, sighed 

 wearily once or twice, and started off with a 

 monotonous, bubbling snore. &quot; He s hopeless,&quot; 

 moaned the King. &quot; We 11 never get him 

 home.&quot; 



