204 MOOSWA 



When they had gathered, Whisky-Jack again 

 told of what had been done. 



&quot; It is Pisew, of a certainty/* cried Carcajou. 



&quot; Yes, it is that Traitor/ concurred Rof, with 

 a growl. 



&quot; I could hardly believe any Animal capable 

 of such meanness,&quot; sighed Bull Moose ; &quot; we 

 must investigate. If it be true &quot; 



&quot;Yes, if it prove true ! &quot; snapped Carcajou. 



&quot; Uhr-r-r, if this thing be true !&quot; growled 

 Blue Wolf, and there was a perceptible gleam of 

 white as his lip curled with terrible emphasis. 



&quot; Go and look ! &quot; commanded Black King ; 

 &quot; the snow tells no false tales ; the Thief will 

 have written with his feet that which his tongue 

 will lie to conceal.&quot; 



The vigilants proceeded to the scene of Pisew s 

 greedy outrage. &quot; I thought so,&quot; said Carcajou, 

 examining the ground minutely. 



&quot; Here he hid the stuff/ cried Rof, from be 

 hind a fallen tree. &quot; That odour is Dried Fish ; 

 and this bah ! it s worse it s the foul smell 

 of our Castoreum-loving Friend, Pisew ; &quot; and he 

 curled his nose disdainfully in the half-muffled 

 tracks of the detested Cat. 



&quot; I can see his big foot-prints plainly,&quot; added 

 Mooswa. &quot; There is no question as to who is 

 the thief. Let us go back and summon the 



