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Show 125. Olaf didn't amsxrer. Bill called again. "Olaf, I'm afraid I've got the sore throat Weasel had, and I should stay axray from the baby." Sunny came over to his bunk. "Bill, Olaf's drunk. I just gave L i t t l e Bill a b i s c u i t ." "All right, Sunny, take that long handled spoon and scoop out a cup of ^oup-rno big pieces of meat or h e ' ll choke on them. Let i t s i t a fexr minutes and pour off most of the fat on the top of i t . When i t ' s cool enough for him to drink, mash up a garlic clove and s t i r i t in. " I ' l l try to do a l l that." "Better take Weasel in some soup too." "I already have." The next morning, B i l l ' s throat xras so bad he could hardly sxjalloxr, and Olaf xias s t i l l drunk. Sunny brought Bill the quinine he asked for, but he looked very glim. He hadn't been able to get the f i r e going, and L i t t le Bill was beginning to s t i r ." "Do you have any dry xrood?" Sunny nodded, "I brought some in l a s t night like I always do. I've been xrhittling on a piece of i t , but it just burns up without s t a r t i n g the other pieces! I ' ll t ry i t a g i n ' ." He came back to Bill in a fexr minutes and said, " I t ' s going to go. I t ' s taking hold." |
