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"
I
wisht
they
'd
strike
game
somewheres
,
an
'
go
away
an
'
leave
us
alone
.
"
"
They
do
get
on
the
nerves
horrible
,
"
Henry
sympathised
.
They
spoke
no
more
until
camp
was
made
.
Henry
was
bending
over
and
adding
ice
to
the
babbling
pot
of
beans
when
he
was
startled
by
the
sound
of
a
blow
,
an
exclamation
from
Bill
,
and
a
sharp
snarling
cry
of
pain
from
among
the
dogs
.
He
straightened
up
in
time
to
see
a
dim
form
disappearing
across
the
snow
into
the
shelter
of
the
dark
.
Then
he
saw
Bill
,
standing
amid
the
dogs
,
half
triumphant
,
half
crestfallen
,
in
one
hand
a
stout
club
,
in
the
other
the
tail
and
part
of
the
body
of
a
sun-cured
salmon
.
"
It
got
half
of
it
,
"
he
announced
;
"
but
I
got
a
whack
at
it
jes
'
the
same
.
D'ye
hear
it
squeal
?
"
"
What
'd
it
look
like
?
"
Henry
asked
.
"
Could
n't
see
.
But
it
had
four
legs
an
'
a
mouth
an
'
hair
an
'
looked
like
any
dog
.
"
"
Must
be
a
tame
wolf
,
I
reckon
.
"
"
It
's
damned
tame
,
whatever
it
is
,
comin
'
in
here
at
feedin
'
time
an
'
gettin
'
its
whack
of
fish
.
"
That
night
,
when
supper
was
finished
and
they
sat
on
the
oblong
box
and
pulled
at
their
pipes
,
the
circle
of
gleaming
eyes
drew
in
even
closer
than
before
.
