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Show 147. l i k e I ' l l have to peel these clothes off. Coming bad:, that snoxr xras xrarming up some." Bill built up the f i r e . Then he quickly gathered up the diapers hanging over gzBithe rack he'd repaired. "Spread your clothes out here. I can dry these tomorroxr." Sunny said, "I figure Weasel started over the pass t h i s morning before anyone xras out of bed a t Blue Burg." Bill shook his head. "Bever doubted Tiny'd tackle i t, but Weasel-just doesn't figure." Sunny said, "The f l o u r ' s gone and so is he!" "Why take coals to Bexrcastle? Bill asked. "He might have gone on up to Johntoxm though." Olaf said, "Bight have gone anyxrhere around here he could get a poker game going. Lots of gold xrould be bet for our flour." Bill said nothing but he continued to feel as he had e a r l i e r about Weasel-that he \ns dead. He said to himself, quit It you old sheep dog, stop howling to yourself. Bust be the change of xreather or some other damn thing. "Weasel xras plannin!it; remember hoxr he'd s i t by the xrindoxr toxgards night Hatching the xreather like a hawk. He res light enough to stay on top of the crust, but the xreather xxirmed up fast today. Sure made a mistake not takln' our snow shoes. He's a l l muscle and he xras carrying the flour and his gun. Sunny xrent through once and i t took us quite a while to get him out. Sunny's a lot |