THE CARING FOR THE BOY 229 



Wolf growled a deprecating objection. 



&quot; How far away is he? &quot; asked Mooswa. 



&quot; Six hours of the Chase-lope,&quot; answered Blue 

 Wolf. 



&quot; I could bring him, even as I led Fran9ois 

 away when you were not desirous of his company, 

 Your Majesty,&quot; said the Moose. 



&quot; It s a dangerous game,&quot; muttered Black 

 Fox. &quot;I don t like it one can t judge the 

 strike of their Firesticks ; and you re such a big 

 mark like the side of a Man s Shack.&quot; 



&quot; I saw The Boy s leg to-day,&quot; continued 

 Mooswa, &quot; and it s bigger, with this wound- 

 poison, than my nose. Unless he gets help soon, 

 he will die.&quot; 



&quot; Fran9ois should be back in a day or two,&quot; 

 declared the King. 



&quot; Fran9ois is a Breed,&quot; asserted Mooswa ; 

 &quot; and days are like the little sticks the Breed- 

 men use when they play cards something to 

 gamble with.&quot; 



&quot; The Pack could be ready if the Man pressed 

 too close as you led him to our Man-Cub,&quot; sug 

 gested Rof. 



&quot; I do not fear him the first day,&quot; continued 

 Mooswa; &quot;Man s speed is always the same and 

 I can judge of it ; it is the second day, when I 

 am tired from the deep snow, that a little rest, 



