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Show 59. CHAPTER V It xras around eleven o'clock.and when Bill got up to make breakfast Little Bill was still sleeping. Bill quietly made a fire and xrent back to bed to let the room xiarm up. His arms ached and he xras stiff all over, but most of all his leg xrhere he'd got a bullet wound five years ago ached. He heard Little Bill shout, and got up. The fire hadn't started-just a few of the small sticks had burned up so he made the fire again carefully. He felt Little Bill's hands. They xrere so cold he took him back to bed xrith him and rubbed them until they xrarmed up. This w s one morning, though, that Bill poured himself a cup of coffee before Little Bill got his broth. Then he cut some bacon and put it on the back of the stove to fry slowly, spooned more cofee into the pot, filled it xrith water and pulled it to the front of the stove. Then he took the broth over to Little Bill. The smell of frying bacon filled the cabin. When Olaf came out carrying his shoes, he xralked right over to |