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Show lUo "Your grandmother is furious with you!" I added for emphasis. The red-bearded miner gave me a shove. "Who do you think you are?" he snarled. Caribou, charging in, boomed, "I'm her pa!" "So am I," I shouted. "Out of the way!" It happened so fast I could not remember five minutes later exactly how we did it. Caribou did the heavy pushing, though, and I ran out the front door with Tip. We ducked around the corner of the saloon and as soon as Caribou came charging past, we grabbed him. Men and dancing girls poured out of the Monte Carlo yelling, "Fire, fire!" They ran up and down the street, rushing into other saloons to get out of the bitter cold. The sled dogs started howling. Tip was shivering in her scanty silk dress, even though I had thrown my coat over her shoulders. "Can you get your clothes," Caribou asked, "through the back entrance ?" She nodded, and we followed her around to the back. Rushing up the stairway we collided with a dance-hall girl, wrapped in a hooded white fur coat. Only her pale oval face peered out. "Pansy," Tip cried. "My mother's furs!" Pansy jerked away from her. "Fire!" she cried. "Fire!" Caribou held out his arms and blocked the stairway. "There's |