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Show 56 belt from some deer horns mounted near the rifle. Josh sat forward and cleared his throat. "Chinook's not really a bad dog, Mr. Raintree." The old man laughed. "I can see that. He's spirited, all right-but I can tell he's got good stuff in him." "He doesn't have any papers, though," Josh said with a somber shake of his head. "Papers? Why, he doesn't need papers," scoffed the old man. He came and leaned over the table toward Josh. In his "old bib overalls he smelled of tobacco and wood smoke. "Now a lawyer, he's got to have papers. And a doctor too, and some others. But to be a real worthwhile human being-someone who loves and who makes the world a better place-why, you don't need papers for that. The same for a dog. Remember that, son." 'Yes sir," Josh said, although he wasn't sure what the old man was talking about. Just then there came a grunting and heavy breathing at the door. The hair on Chinook's back stood stright up and a low growl rumbled deep in his throat as the black nose of a cinnamon-colored bear protruded questioningly into the doorway. "Holy Moses," shouted Cap, nearly falling off his chair. Josh gasped, but Mr. Raintree waved his hand to tell them not to worry. "It's only old Ephraim. He's been coming here for years," he said with a chuckle. "Is it that time again, Mr. Ephraim? Well. . . I haven't forgotten." Humming, the old man pulled two trout from the table where he had laid out three others, covered with flour. With the two fish /he went to "UlW1 ekiu^ held them briefly while the bear made a low |