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The She-Wolf
"Itgothalfofit,"heannounced;"butIgotawhackatitjes’thesame.D’yehearitsqueal?"
"What’ditlooklike?"Henryasked.
"Couldn’tsee.Butithadfourlegsan’amouthan’hairan’lookedlikeanydog."
"Mustbeatamewolf,Ireckon."
"It’sdamnedtame,whateveritis,comin’inhereatfeedin’timean’gettin’itswhackoffish."
Thatnight,whensupperwasfinishedandtheysatontheoblongboxandpulledattheirpipes,thecircleofgleamingeyesdrewinevencloserthanbefore.
"Iwishtthey’dspringupabunchofmooseorsomething,an’goawayan’leaveusalone,"Billsaid.
Henrygruntedwithanintonationthatwasnotallsympathy,andforaquarterofanhourtheysatoninsilence, Henrystaringatthefire,andBillatthecircleofeyesthatburnedinthedarknessjustbeyondthefirelight.
"Iwishtwewaspullin’intoMcGurryrightnow,"hebeganagain.
"Shutupyourwishin’andyourcroakin’,"Henryburstoutangrily. "Yourstomach’ssour.That’swhat’sailin’you.Swallowaspoonfulofsody,an’you’llsweetenupwonderfulan’bemorepleasantcompany."
InthemorningHenrywasarousedbyfervidblasphemythatproceededfromthemouthofBill.
