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Show ^o, venison in browned gravy on the table and took off the lid. A fine smell of roasted meat filled the cabin, and Little Bull Bill? who hadn't been fed since early morning let out a yowl.- Tiny, sitting, sullen and silent, jumped up, reared back and with his big foot kicked over the kettle of scalding hot meat onto Sunny who was sitting across from him. Sunny jumped like he'd been shot, tipping over his camp stool and dumping the hot meat and gravy on the floor. Tiny yelled1,' "I'm not livin* in this baby ridden cabin!'" Sunny, stomping and holding his hot wet trousers away from his legs, looked over at him.- "You hung-over chicken-livered boob" he shouted, "I'm throwin* you out!" He jumped up on the table and lunged onto Tiny's big shoulders; down they crashed rolling over and over? Little Bill stopped bawling and took hold of the bars Olaf had whittled smooth around his bed. He pressed his face up as close as he could and crowed and laughed.' The miners were whirling around the fighters trying to grab arms and legs and pull them apart. Finally Lunch Mouth, Weasel and Bill got Tiny's arms and pulled him away as Dad and Olaf held Sunny by the legs. Tiny yelled, "All right, let me-up1! Irm goin* to the Dream Mine cabin. Those x3ho-wa*it feo shstfe W: Hake., paok up!" Lunch Mouth letting go of him said, "I'm packin!" Tiny and Sunny got to their feet. Now everyone looked at |