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Show 145. Bill knexr about hoxr many carrots there xrere l e f t, but he got the box out and counted them. There xrere just ten l e f t , and some of them quite small. He put half of them in some xrater, washing them carefully-not peeling or even cutting off the green a t the top before he put them on to boil. Maybe he could find some fat in the scraps he'd saved to make soap that xrould be fresh enough to render and make some soup for supper. All day Bill xraited for Olaf and Sunny to return. 'Tnen he couldn't stand L i t t l e b i l l ' s begging any more, he opened, a can of milk, measured about txro tablespoons into a cup and f i l l e d it up xrith the xrater he'd boiled the carrots in. After L i t t l e Bill drank i t he xrent to sleep, and Bill sat by the xrindoxr looking out. He thought of '/easel s i t t i n g here the last fexr xreeks xratching the xreather and planning, and noxr he xras dead-he hoped Olaf had done I t in a fair fight. Sunny .. shouldn't Aave i t on his conscience-Lord, he thought, xrhat xre do to each other. Weasel had acted like an animal, when Bill xras sick, xroIfing doxm the last of the soup, knoxring i t xras the last meat in the cabin and noxr food had caused k i l l i n g . Bica there;-:: xrhoa- he caught himself-nothing yet but the stealing! You've got him a l l dead and buried and, dollars to doughnuts, they haven't caught up xrith the skunk yet or they'd be back. Bill got up and built up the f i r e and xrent to Look for some fat to s t a r t the- soup. |