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tial rosy red”). What, eh? no, surely—a dead sell! 
(Shows symptoms of bolting.) 
Veteran. Stop, my dear fellow! stop and help me 
to carry these fish as far as the black camp. Tl pro- 
mise not to chaff you till we get home. Now then, 
I’ve strung the victims on a sapling—heave with a 
will and away we go. (Hxewnt, walking slowly and 
gingerly over the river-beach.) . 
H. R. F. 
