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&quot; I 11 go with you, then/ exclaimed The 

 Boy. 



When they came to the Trap, Fran9ois stared 

 in amazement. It had been sprung. 



The Breed examined the snow carefully. 



&quot;Jus what I t ink me. He s been catc , an 

 dat Lynk eat him all up. Only one foot lef ; 

 see ! &quot; and he held up the amputated black paw- 

 &quot; Here s de big trail of de Lynk, too.&quot; 



Dejectedly they went back to the Shack. 



&quot; Now I know it s de bad medicine,&quot; asserted 

 Fran9ois. &quot; De Debil come in dat Moose for 

 lead me away, an I lose de Silver Fox what wort* 

 two, t ree hun red dollar.&quot; 



&quot; The Lynx has had rather an extravagant blow 

 out,&quot; remarked The Boy. &quot; One could go to 

 England, dine there in great shape, and back 

 again for the price of his dinner.&quot; Fran9ois did 

 not answer. He was certainly running in bad 

 luck. 



&quot; I t ink me we pull out from dis S ack,&quot; he 

 said ; &quot; give up de Marten Road, an move down 

 to my ol place at Hay Riber. Before, I keel 

 plenty fur dere ; here I get me nct ing, only 

 plenty bad medicine.&quot; 



&quot;All right, Fran9ois, I m willing anything 

 you say,&quot; answered Rod. 



&quot; I got my ol S ack down dere/ continued 



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