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Show 163. steak. He decided, he could use the fat to broxm i t in, and he'd make some good broxm gravy. Then he remembered the flour he needed to thicken i t . He s t i l l had a small jar of his sour dough s t a r t e r , and although he'd hate to give that up as he had had i t for-and he counted the years - .seven. since Nell had l e f t him. He could s t a r t L i t t l e Bill eating xrith t h a t . A .gain came the thought that Weasel load headed for the Dream Bine cabin the day he stole the flour, and Bill decid.ed to t e l l Olaf and Sunny his hunch as soon as they xroke up. Bill stretched out on his bunk xrithout undressing. About four o'clock he was suddenly areke, and heard L i t t l e Bill gasping for a i r . He picked him up and called, "Olaf, Olaf!" 's Olaf came out of the lean-to, "That/right, Bill, hold, him up, xray over noxr on his stomach. We've got to get xrhat's in his throat movin'." "Here, l e t me take him. Bake up the f i r e and put a l l the pans you can on the stove to steam," Olaf said. Every time L i t t l e Bill xrould s t a r t to choke, Olaf xrould turn him up side doxm and h i t him on the back. Bill turned and ran over xrith the slop bucket xrhen L i t t l e Bill started to vomit. Olaf said, "This is good. He's got i t up noxr and his breathing xrill be easier." "I .knew something res causing a noise in his throat |
