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head-gear ; you re Big Buck of the Bound 

 aries I 11 tell Black King and all the fellows 

 so. Stupid light this fancy they ll get on 

 without me now,&quot; and scrambling up to the 

 eave he stuck his head under wing and went 

 fast asleep. 



In the morning a carryall was made, a rude 

 harness constructed from shaganappi. Trap-chains, 

 and straps, and before noon they were on their 

 way to The Landing ; Mooswa submitting to be 

 hitched up with patient gentleness. 



Whisky-Jack grinned when he saw the Moose 

 decked out in these trappings. &quot;Now you re 

 a dandy, my fine fellow,&quot; he said, patronizingly. 

 &quot; We 11 never see you again. Remember me to 

 Fran9ois when you see him, and tell him not to 

 hurry back Good-bye, good old Mooswa.&quot; 



&quot; I guess our Shack and things will be all right 

 till we get back,&quot; said Donald. &quot;At any rate, 

 Factor McGregor s kid has first call, I reckon. 

 I d like to put a bullet through that Breed, 

 though.&quot; 



&quot;What if the Moose bolts ? &quot; asked Dave. 

 &quot; Here s a tracking-line they used on their 

 canoe, suppose we take a hitch on his horns 

 or his nose with it ; we could stop him if he tried 

 to get away.&quot; 



&quot; Yes,&quot; answered Donald, &quot; and if we can t, if 



