Fling 
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Foam—A Razor-Backed Hog 
reached another. The great Boar raised his head. 
He ceased to ramp and growl. He gave an in- 
quiring grunt. Then came anew the encouraging 
whistle. 
From his high, wretched perch Bogue saw Li- 
zette suddenly appear alone but carrying the 
rifle, and mount a log to get a view. He shouted 
out: 
“Look out! He’s going your way! Get up as 
high as you can and aim straight!” 
It was all so plain to him, he did not understand 
why she should be in doubt. But she gave another 
loud whistle. A great red-maned form came 
quickly through the bushes, uttering a very familiar 
soft grunt. At first she was startled, then it be- 
came clear. 
“Foam, Foam, Old Foamy!” she cried, and as the 
huge brute came trotting, his bristling crest sank 
down. He reared upon the log. He whispered 
hog-talk in his chest, he rubbed his cheek on her 
foot, he moved his shoulder hard against the log, 
and then held up his mighty hoofs arow for the 
pleasant rub that one time meant ‘French polish.” 
Nor did he rest content till their ancient pact was 
carried out, and Lizette had scratched his broad 
and brawny back. Sitting on the log beside him, 
she scratched while Bogue in the tree screamed 
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