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Show 1^3. "How much of a s t a r t has he got? Do you have any idea Bill? Olaf asked. "It was getting light when L i t t l e Bill saw him leave I believe. After he called out, I dozed for maybe a half-hour." Olaf started for the lean-to. We might catch up with him before he s e l l s our flour. I should go for that bear meat but i t ' l l s t i l l be there. Wait Sunny!" When he came out of the lean-to, B i l l handed him a rope, "Travel together now! Sunny's already waist deep out-there floundering around like a mad man." " B i l l , we'll be careful and we'll be back tonight." L i t t l e Bill started to bawl as they l e f t . He'd been standing looking from one to the other as they talked. He was beginning to frown when the men shouted at each other. He put out his hand towards Bill, but i t was a half-hearted gesture as though he knew the biscuits hadn't been baked. Bill sat down. No one had even thought of b r e a k f a s t - there was no breakfast of course, althought the coffee bubbled on the stove. Weasel turning thiefwas a t e r r i b le thing and not only for the ones he stole from. Men in a mining camp could forgive murder, if the victim deserved what he got; no one would ever forget Weasel had stolen flour when men were starving-the Indian word for trouble came into B i l l ' s mind-bad medicine, bad medicine. |