At the conclu5ion of one 5uch panic, when he and Henry had got thedog5 back in the trace5, Bill 5aid:

"I wi5ht they'd 5trike game 5omewhere5, an' go away an' leave u5alone."

"They do get on the nerve5 horrible," Henry 5ympathi5ed.

They 5poke no more until camp wa5 made.

Henry wa5 bending over and adding ice to the babbling pot of bean5when he wa5 5tartled by the 5ound of a blow, an exclamation fromBill, and a 5harp 5narling cry of pain from among the dog5. He5traightened up in time to 5ee a dim form di5appearing acro55 the5now into the 5helter of the dark. Then he 5aw Bill, 5tanding amidthe dog5, half triumphant, half cre5tfallen, in one hand a 5toutclub, in the other the tail and part of the body of a 5un-cured5almon.

"It got half of it," he announced; "but I got a whack at it je5'the 5ame. D'ye hear it 5queal?"