THE TRAPPING OF BLACK FOX 159 



Mooswa and Blue Wolf started off together. 

 Umisk was driving his ivory chisels through the 

 hard, dry Birch-stake that held the Trap. It was 

 a slow job almost like cutting metal. 



Suddenly a thought struck Black Fox. &quot; How 

 am I to get home with this clumsy iron on my 

 leg?&quot; he asked. &quot; Mooswa has gone, and there 

 is no one to carry me.&quot; 



&quot; I could help you with the Trap,&quot; answered 

 Umisk. 



&quot; And leave a trail to the house like a Rabbit- 

 run ? The Breed would find it, and murder the 

 whole family ; I m not going to risk my Mother s 

 skin in that manner.&quot; 



&quot; Thoughtful King ! &quot; lisped Pisew. 



&quot; True, true,&quot; confirmed Beaver. &quot; Fran9ois 

 would surely find the trail. There is no other 

 way, unless unless &quot; 



&quot; Unless what, faithful Little Friend ? &quot; 



&quot; Unless you take the way of our People.&quot; 



&quot; And that way Friend ? &quot; 



&quot; Cut off the leg ! &quot; 



&quot; Horrible ! &quot; ejaculated Lynx. 



&quot; Horrible for you, Frog-heart,&quot; interposed 

 Jack. &quot; The King is different he s got pluck.&quot; 



&quot;Your Majesty will never get the Trap off,&quot; 

 continued Beaver, &quot; until Muskwa the Strong 

 comes out in the Spring. Even if you did carry 



