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tried to pull you down. It was a fair fight, and 

 not of his seeking either.&quot; 



The Boy also pleaded for Mooswa. 



&quot; Now, we Ve got to get young McGregor to 

 The Landing just as quick as we can,&quot; declared 

 Donald Bain, as he examined The Boy s limb. 

 &quot; Look at the size of it it 11 be a case of blood- 

 poisoning, I m afeerd.&quot; 



&quot; How will you manage it? &quot; queried Dave, sul 

 lenly. &quot; This brute has killed our dogs will 

 you carry him on your shoulders ? &quot; 



&quot; That s so,&quot; mused Donald, taking off his 

 cap, and scratching the thick grizzled hair ; &quot; I 

 suppose we 11 have to rig up a carryall, and pull 

 him ourselves.&quot; 



&quot; You want to go to The Landing ? &quot; asked 

 Roderick. 



&quot; We don t want to &quot;commenced Donald, 

 but checked himself, and added, &quot; yes, me and 

 Dave must go up for more dogs, and some 

 baccy,&quot; fabricating with chivalrous ingenuity, to 

 reassure the sick boy. &quot; We was thinking you d 

 better go along too ; there s no dog-train, but me 

 and Dave could track you up on a small jumper 

 does there happen to be one about ? &quot; 



&quot; I think Mooswa woul d drag the sleigh 

 he used to at the Fort,&quot; suggested Rod. 



&quot; By the Great Wallace ! &quot; exclaimed Bain, 

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