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back to the logs of the cabin. If they did not give way 

 I was all right. I pulled him up to me, put a wooden 

 plug between his molars to keep his mouth open, planted 

 both feet on his shoulders, put the improvised forceps on 

 the tooth and pulled. There was a howl as I pulled with 

 arms and pushed with legs, but the "pullicans" slipped 

 from my hands. They were all right as far as a grip on 

 the tooth went, but they were not made for a strong pull 

 on their handles. 



Let us pass over, in a spirit of charity, any remarks 

 that Antoine made. No doubt the recording angel 

 blotted them from the book, as he did the one made by 

 "my Uncle Toby/' and I have no desire to go behind the 

 record further than to say that Antoine really did say 

 something when his tooth was started from its socket, 

 but still throbbed with violence. 



Antoine arose and looked at me, "more in sorrow 

 than in anger," and I hastened to say: "The mould 

 slipped in my hand; there is no grip on the handles, but 

 if you can stand another go of this I will fix the thing so 

 that the tooth or the bullet mould will break, or I will 

 bring out the tooth or your jawbone. What you say, 

 hey?" 



Antoine merely nodded assent, and I put the handles 

 of the bullet mould in the fire and then turned them out- 

 ward so that they could not slip through my hands. 

 Something must come now if Antoine had not had 

 enough. I was not sure that I could have stood another 

 such a trial if our positions had been reversed, but it is 

 easy to stand it when the other fellow does the suffering. 

 When the handles were cool and all was ready I looked 

 at Antoine, who had resumed his seat by the fire with his 

 jaw in his hand. He arose and said: 



"W'en you ready I'll come one odder tarn. Mebbe 



