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"
Henry
,
"
he
said
.
"
Oh
,
Henry
.
"
Henry
groaned
as
he
passed
from
sleep
to
waking
,
and
demanded
,
"
What
's
wrong
now
?
"
"
Nothin
'
,
"
came
the
answer
;
"
only
there
's
seven
of
'em
again
.
I
just
counted
.
"
Henry
acknowledged
receipt
of
the
information
with
a
grunt
that
slid
into
a
snore
as
he
drifted
back
into
sleep
.
In
the
morning
it
was
Henry
who
awoke
first
and
routed
his
companion
out
of
bed
.
Daylight
was
yet
three
hours
away
,
though
it
was
already
six
o'clock
;
and
in
the
darkness
Henry
went
about
preparing
breakfast
,
while
Bill
rolled
the
blankets
and
made
the
sled
ready
for
lashing
.
"
Say
,
Henry
,
"
he
asked
suddenly
,
"
how
many
dogs
did
you
say
we
had
?
"
"
Six
.
"
"
Wrong
,
"
Bill
proclaimed
triumphantly
.
"
Seven
again
?
"
Henry
queried
.
"
No
,
five
;
one
's
gone
.
"
