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&quot; Yes, I m fat because of much fasting,&quot; an 

 swered Lynx. &quot; The memory of Carcajou s 

 Fat-eating alone keeps me alive ; I m starved 

 I m as thin as a snow-shoe. It s days since my 

 form would even cast a shadow can you not 

 see right through me, Eagle-eyed Bird ? &quot; 



&quot; I think I can,&quot; declared the Jay, meaning 

 Lynx s methods, more than his thick-woolled 

 body. 



&quot; I m starving! &quot; reasserted the Cat. &quot;If Car 

 cajou were half so generous as he pretends, he 

 should give me another piece of that Fat-eating ; 

 it would save my life really it would.&quot; He was 

 pleading poverty with an exaggerated flourish, lest 

 he be suspected of the ill-gotten wealth of Fish. 



&quot; Yes, Carcajou is a miser,&quot; affirmed Whisky- 

 Jack. &quot; He still has some of the Man s bacon 

 cached.&quot; 



&quot; I wish I knew where,&quot; panted Lynx. u There 

 is no wrong in stealing from a thief is there, 

 wise Bird?&quot; 



&quot; I know where some of it is hidden,&quot; declared 

 Jay, with an air of great satisfaction. 



&quot; Tell me,&quot; pleaded the other. 



At first Jack refused utterly ; then by diplo 

 matic weakenings he succumbed to Pisew s eager 

 solicitation, and veered around, consenting to 

 point out some of Wolverine s stolen treasure. 



