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"Not in the Athabasca!" said Mackintosh with quiet triumph. "Haggis and I came upon it this morning a hundred yards from Silver Lake." "Then that means that they are on shore!" exclaimed Bob with delight at the relief from one anxiety that the evidence of the handkerchief provided. "Ay. The Athabasca is free from that charge, at any rate.

"Ay, lad, I mind o' ye the noo!" "The jolliest supper ever I had a haggis you called it." "Ay, did I, my fine lad. I cookit it till ye myssel. Ye meicht help me for ane." "I will," said Captain Ede; and a conference took place in a whisper between him and his men. "It is a' reicht the noo!" thought McLaughlan. "We have an offer to make you," said Ede, respectfully. "Let us hear't."

"Don't you go and disappear like the others did!" laughed Holden, to which the "ceevilised" Haggis replied "Fox lose trail in bush easier than me!" It was a hot afternoon, so, when the boys had watched their friends disappear in the forest, Bob decided that it would be a good opportunity to wash the mud and slime from his clothes, as they would soon dry in the sun. No sooner said than done.

"A good thought," returned Mackintosh approvingly. "Let's see what the pair o' you can do wi' your guns while Haggis and I are setting things to rights." "I'll go one way and you the other, Bob, and see which of us will have the best bag in half an hour!" said Alf, with the eager delight of a friendly competition in prospect.

"to a Mountain Daisy," "to a Haggis," "to a Louse," "to the Toothache," &c. and occasionally to his brother bards and lady or gentleman patrons, often with strokes of tenderest sensibility, idiopathic humor, and genuine poetic imagination still oftener with shrewd, original, sheeny, steel-flashes of wit, home-spun sense, or lance-blade puncturing.

"Get to work and break off as many branches as you can," was the reply to the look. "Haggis, you've got your tomahawk? Well, cut down a lot o' these straight poplars. I'll give a hand to the laddie."

Then the half-breed stopped for a few moments and bent low to examine the ground and the surrounding scrub. "What is it?" questioned Holden. "Have you lost it?" Haggis shrugged his shoulders. "Lost? No. Haggis no' lose track. But he find others deer. White boy shoot deer, but no kill. Deer jump run white boy follow quick there there!"

"We get nothing fit to eat as it is." "I call that stupid, talking like that!" cried Dobbs. "I know the rations are a deal better than ever I expected; capital, I call them." "So they are," said Macintosh; "but if Tarrant had sheep's-head, haggis, and whusky itsel' for dinner, he would na be contented." "Every man to his taste," growled Tarrant; "and if a chap likes tinned meat he's welcome.

As early as five o'clock Mr Crathie was abroad, booted and spurred now directing the workmen who were setting up tents and tables; now conferring with house steward, butler, or cook; now mounting his horse and galloping off to the home farm or the distillery, or into the town to the Lossie Arms, where certain guests from a distance were to be accommodated, and whose landlady had undertaken the superintendence of certain of the victualling departments; for canny Mr Crathie would not willingly have the meanest guest ask twice for anything he wanted so invaluable did he consider a good word from the humblest quarter and the best labours of the French cook, even had he reverenced instead of despising Scotch dishes, would have ill sufficed for the satisfaction of appetites critically appreciative of hotch potch, sheep's head, haggis, and black puddings.

It was little to be wondered at that he urged Haggis to press on with greater speed, for now he was certain that his chum must be in a terrible fix, out from which there was no self-help. He would hardly waste cartridges so recklessly were he not in some dire extremity.

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