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Cuthbert was pretty positive that there was some sort of a Hudson Bay trading post on this same stream, situated in an isolated quarter most of them went under the name of a fort, and indeed, they were built to resist any attack that might be made upon them by Indians or disorderly half breeds; for there were at times vast quantities of valuable plunder held in these posts, in the shape of rare peltries, and the many things the trappers took in part payment for their winter's catch, so that a clean-out of a distant post would mean a serious loss to the great company that for scores of years had carried on this business of gathering the precious skins of silver foxes, lynx, badger, mink, otter, fisher, marten, opossum, beaver, bear, wolves and muskrats.

I've been planning a clean-out for some weeks, and I need you to help me turn 'em loose." Mose arose. "I guess not; I'm trying to keep clear of gun-play these days. I've never hunted that kind of thing, and I won't start in on a game that's sure to give me trouble." The marshal argued. "Set down; listen; that's the point exactly. The minute the boys know who you are we won't need to shoot.

The best way is to use four-inch cast iron pipe, calking all joints with oakum and lead. At a convenient point between house and tank, this line of pipe should have a "clean-out" fitting so that rags, solidified grease, or other substances that might block it can be removed.

The gun they were working with at the time had been used the day before in ascertaining the exact range of several objects on the ground in front. "I'll be happy to go with you, Miles, after I've given this gun a clean-out," said Gilroy. "Turn the handle, Sutherland." "I'll turn the handle if it's a' richt," said the cautious Scot, with some hesitation. "It is all right," returned the sergeant.

To gain time, she picked up the dishcloth and began to scrub at an imaginary spot on the table. "I guess it's getting late. You'll be able to have a good clean-out to-morrow." "To-morrow!" A violent shudder, similar to the convulsion of the day before, shook her from head to foot. But she kept on with her scrubbing. "Come!" The word smote her ear with all the impact of a cannon shot.