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"
It
's
darn
good
coffee
,
"
Henry
said
enticingly
.
But
Bill
was
stubborn
,
and
he
ate
a
dry
breakfast
washed
down
with
mumbled
curses
at
One
Ear
for
the
trick
he
had
played
.
"
I
'll
tie
'em
up
out
of
reach
of
each
other
to-night
,
"
Bill
said
,
as
they
took
the
trail
.
They
had
travelled
little
more
than
a
hundred
yards
,
when
Henry
,
who
was
in
front
,
bent
down
and
picked
up
something
with
which
his
snowshoe
had
collided
.
It
was
dark
,
and
he
could
not
see
it
,
but
he
recognised
it
by
the
touch
.
He
flung
it
back
,
so
that
it
struck
the
sled
and
bounced
along
until
it
fetched
up
on
Bill
's
snowshoes
.
"
Mebbe
you
'll
need
that
in
your
business
,
"
Henry
said
.
Bill
uttered
an
exclamation
.
It
was
all
that
was
left
of
Spanker
--
the
stick
with
which
he
had
been
tied
.
"
They
ate
'
m
hide
an
'
all
,
"
Bill
announced
.
"
The
stick
's
as
clean
as
a
whistle
.
They
've
ate
the
leather
offen
both
ends
.
They
're
damn
hungry
,
Henry
,
an
'
they
'll
have
you
an
'
me
guessin
'
before
this
trip
's
over
.
"
Henry
laughed
defiantly
.
"
I
ai
n't
been
trailed
this
way
by
wolves
before
,
but
I
've
gone
through
a
whole
lot
worse
an
'
kept
my
health
.
Takes
more
'n
a
handful
of
them
pesky
critters
to
do
for
yours
truly
,
Bill
,
my
son
.
"
"
I
do
n't
know
,
I
do
n't
know
,
"
Bill
muttered
ominously
.
"
Well
,
you
'll
know
all
right
when
we
pull
into
McGurry
.
"
