of reach every article which he thought that 
O-Go might be able to injure. 
Wallace might as well have omitted this 
labor, for it was entirely wasted. O-Go chewed 
through one leg of the rustic, three-cornered 
table, narrowly escaping death in the result¬ 
ing crash. The table had been piled high with 
the ranger's goods, and their clatter as they 
cascaded to the floor, so frightened the little 
beaver that he took refuge under the bed. There 
he remained until at length he felt certain 
that the table would not again attack him. 
Then he came out to examine the various ar¬ 
ticles scattered over the floor. 
The canned goods did not greatly interest 
O-Go, but the potatoes did. O-Go approved 
of potatoes, and had never had as many of 
them as he would have liked. But on this oc¬ 
casion, there seemed to be a limitless supply 
of the delightful vegetable, and he went brave¬ 
ly to work at eating them. Those which he 
could not eat, he nibbled a little, neither know¬ 
ing nor caring that his actions were dooming 
his friend to a diet of bacon, beans and canned 
goods for the next three weeks. 
It was nearly midnight, when Wallace re¬ 
turned. He was tired and dusty, and his throat 
was raw from smoke, for he had been miles 
away from the cabin, helping to extinguish a 
stubborn brush fire. It was, therefore, no won- 
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