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&quot; I suppose so/* whined Lynx. 



&quot; And you ate it ? &quot; queried Jack sharply, ex 

 periencing a sick feeling of desolation. 



&quot; There was only a little of it, only a little,&quot; 

 iterated Pisew, deprecatingly ; &quot; hardly worth 

 one s trouble in tearing the cover from the 

 wooden-thing.&quot; 



&quot; The tub,&quot; advised Jack. 



&quot; Probably ; I m not familiar with the names 

 of Man s things. But I just tasted it that was 

 all ; just a little to oil my throat, and soothe the 

 pain that was in my stomach. It is still there, 

 really under a big rotten log, where the water 

 falls for the length of Panther s spring over high 

 rocks in Summer.&quot; 



&quot;What s there, the tub?&quot; queried Jack, 

 incredulously. 



c&amp;lt; Also the yellow marrow the butter,&quot; 

 affirmed Pisew. 



&quot;Oh!&quot; exclaimed Whisky-Jack, drily. He 

 knew the other was lying; if Pisew had found 

 the tub he would have licked it clean as a 

 washed platter. But the revenge he had in 

 hand for this Prince of all Thieves was so 

 complete that it was not worth while reviling 

 him. 



&quot; Still I think you had better not touch Car 

 cajou s Fat-eating,&quot; he advised. 



