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Beaver to cut the stake that holds the chain, and 

 you 11 just have to carry the Trap home with 

 you. Carcajou might be strong enough to press 

 down the spring, but his hands are so puffed up 

 from the squeeze they got, he can t do a thing 

 with them. Don t fret ; I will soon get them all 

 here, and we 11 see what can be done.&quot; 



In a wonderfully short time Jack had sum 

 moned Beaver, Mooswa, Blue Wolf, and Lynx. 



Mooswa s great heart was touched at the sight 

 of their Sovereign s misery. &quot; My services are 

 of little use here,&quot; he said. &quot; I will go back on 

 the trail, close to the Shack, and watch for 

 Francois.&quot; 



&quot; Sparrow Hawks ! &quot; exclaimed Jay ; &quot; I quite 

 forgot about that. Our Friend was getting ready 

 to come out on his Marten Road when I left. 

 Somebody will feel the foul breath of his Iron- 

 stick if we don t keep a sharp lookout.&quot; 



&quot;All the better if he brings it,&quot; answered 

 Mooswa; &quot;for then he ll follow me, and I ll 

 lead him away so far that you ll have plenty of 

 time to get our King home.&quot; 



&quot; Noble Comrade ! &quot; smirked Lynx ; &quot; such 

 self-sacrifice ! But don t you know that the 

 Hunter will never give up your trail until you 

 are dead ? The snow is deep, the crust won t 

 hold against your beautiful, sharp hoofs, and the 



