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slapping his thigh, &quot;that he will if he s not 

 grown too wild. Hitched to a sled, he could 

 run clean away from a dog-train, in the old 

 days.&quot; 



&quot; He s been harnessed right enough, some time 

 or another,&quot; declared Dave. &quot; Here are two 

 white-haired spots on his back that means 

 saddle-galls. Gracious ! he s as quiet as an old 

 horse.&quot; 



They put in a busy evening, the two men, 

 bathing The Boy s leg, and with a sailor s needle 

 they found in his outfit sewing up the torn 

 wounds in Mooswa s neck. He never moved, 

 just looked on stolidly. He knew they meant 

 him no harm. Any animal can tell from the 

 touch of a man s finger, or the look in his eye 

 whether it s war or kindness. 



Whisky-Jack had been intensely interested in 

 all this the clatter and noise kept even his 

 bird eyes open. &quot; Wonderful doings ! &quot; he ex 

 claimed ; &quot; the Boundaries are being turned into a 

 regular Sun-dance but I m glad I saw it all. 

 The Boy will be all right now Good old 

 Mooswa!&quot; He flopped about drunkenly out 

 side, for his eyes were not quite like Owl s, and 

 the different lights bothered him. 



Then he fired a word of encouragement at 

 Mooswa. &quot;Stick to The Boy, old Dainty- 



