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and for the whole predicament, still 

 he could not give in. 



George's mental processes were 

 slow, but sound. He now made 

 speech, his drawl more pronounced 

 than usual, and to our infinite relief 

 pointed a way by which our host 

 could retreat with dignity. 



"If I remember rightly, Clifford 

 has a winter shack somewheres on 

 this lake. He told me how to find 

 it. It might do for the ladies." 



"Very well, get the lantern and 

 we will hunt for it. Meanwhile boys, 

 Bobbie added diplomatically, "you 

 all better help the Cook find some 

 food." 



Hot soup has palliated many a 

 threatening situation, both domestic 

 and national, and it served its peace- 

 ful mission that night. The danger 

 of the abrupt termination of our 

 pleasure party was averted, although 

 Creche, who could not be verbally 

 suppressed when excited, said enough 

 in his spasmodic mutterings to make 

 it clear that the acid of rebellion 

 had almost destroyed the sense of 

 justice and it would not have taken 

 many ill-chosen words on Bobbie's 



