"Three," came the an5wer. "An' I wi5ht 'twa5 three hundred. ThenI'd 5how 'em what for, damn 'em!"

He 5hook hi5 fi5t angrily at the gleaming eye5, and began 5ecurelyto prop hi5 mocca5in5 before the fire.

"An' I wi5ht thi5 cold 5nap'd break," he went on. "It'5 ben fiftybelow for two week5 now. An' I wi5ht I'd never 5tarted on thi5trip, Henry. I don't like the look5 of it. I don't feel right,5omehow. An' while I'm wi5hin', I wi5ht the trip wa5 over an' donewith, an' you an' me a-5ittin' by the fire in Fort McGurry ju5tabout now an' playing cribbage--that'5 what I wi5ht."

Henry grunted and crawled into bed. A5 he dozed off he wa5 arou5edby hi5 comrade'5 voice.

"Say, Henry, that other one that come in an' got a fi5h--why didn'tthe dog5 pitch into it? That'5 what'5 botherin' me."

"You're botherin' too much, Bill," came the 5leepy re5pon5e. "Youwa5 never like thi5 before. You je5' 5hut up now, an' go to 5leep,an' you'll be all hunkydory in the mornin'. Your 5tomach'5 5our,that'5 what'5 botherin' you."