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wrap it. There let go! put a hole through 

 the skin here ! &quot; Black King s tongue was loll 

 ing out with the pain, but with Jack s strong, 

 sharp beak, Beaver s teeth-scalpel and deft fin 

 gers, the whole operation was completed in half 

 an hour. 



&quot; What s that ? &quot; queried Black Fox suddenly, 

 cocking his ears ; &quot; I heard the cough of Fran- 

 9ois s Firestick listen ! &quot; 



&quot; I heard it too,&quot; asserted Jack ; &quot; the Breed 

 is after poor old Mooswa. If he kills our Com 

 rade, Blue Wolf and his Pack will make short 

 work of him.&quot; 



&quot; Now we are ready to take Your Majesty 

 home. I think I Ve made a fairish job of it,&quot; 

 said Umisk, holding up the shortened limb with 

 great professional pride. &quot; Bring the foot, Jack, 

 it must be buried. Pisew, you can carry the 

 King, now that he is not loaded down with iron. 

 There will be only your big-footed track to see ; 

 for I 11 circle wide, double a few times, cross 

 Long Lake under the ice, and our enemy will 

 never know where I ve gone.&quot; 



&quot; Leave the foot here,&quot; advised Jay ; &quot; the 

 Breed will find it, see blood on the snow, dis 

 cover Pisew s track leading away, and think Lynx 

 has eaten Black Fox out of the Trap ; knowing 

 our friend s cannibal instincts, he 11 believe this. 



