1 84 MOOSWA 



This was an excuse for another round of 

 demolition. cc If I could only open the Shack,&quot; 

 thought Wolverine. Though a dweller in caves, 

 yet he knew which was the door, for over its ill- 

 fitting threshold came a strong glint of light ; 

 also up and down its length ran two cracks 

 through which came more light. Most certainly 

 it was the door, he decided, sniffing at the fresh 

 air that whistled through the openings. 



Close by stood a box on end, holding a wash 

 bowl. Carcajou climbed up on this, and ex 

 amined a little iron thing that seemed to bear on 

 the subject. It was somewhat like a Trap ; if he 

 could spring this thing, perhaps it had something 

 to do with opening the door. As he fumbled at 

 it, suddenly the wind blew a big square hole in 

 the Shack s side ; he had lifted the latch, only he 

 did n t know it was a latch, of course it was 

 like a Trap, something to be sprung, that was all. 



&quot;By all the Loons ! &quot; screamed Jay ; cc now 

 you re all right what s inside? You have 

 had your revenge, Carey, old Boy,&quot; he added, 

 as he caught sight of his coffee-coloured friend. 



Carcajou paid no attention to his volatile Com 

 rade, for he was busily engaged in gutting the 

 place. &quot; My fingers are still sore from the Man s 

 Trap,&quot; he muttered, &quot; but I think I can cache 

 this Fat-eating.&quot; 



