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He came to a pool of water. Stooping over in quest of minnows, he jerked his head back as though he had been stung. He had caught sight of his reflected face. HE CAME TO A POOL OF WATER STOOPING OVER IN QUEST OF MINNOWS HE JERKED HIS HEAD BACK AS THOUGH HE HAD BEEN STUNG HE HAD CAUGHT SIGHT OF HIS REFLECTED FACE
es and minnows, drank his hot water, and kept a wary eye on the sick wolf. He followed the trail of the other man who dragged himself along, and soon came to the end of it--a few fresh-picked bones where the soggy moss was marked by the foot-pads of many wolves. He saw a squat moose-hide sack, mate to his own, which had been torn by sharp teeth. He picked it up, though its weight was almost too much for his feeble fingers. Bill had carried it to the last. Ha! ha! He would have the laugh on Bill. He would survive and carry it to the ship in the shining sea. His mirth was hoarse and ghastly, like a raven's croak, and the sick wolf joined him, howling lugubriously. The man ceased suddenly. How could he have the laugh on Bill if that were Bill; if those bones, so pinky-white and clean, were Bill? He turned away. Well, Bill had deserted him; but he would not take the gold, nor would he suck Bill's bones. Bill would have, though, had it been the other way around, he mused as he staggered on.  TO DIE THAT HE STILL ATE MUSKEG BERRIES AND MINNOWS DRANK HIS HOT WATER AND KEPT A WARY EYE ON THE SICK WOLF HE FOLLOWED THE TRAIL OF THE OTHER MAN WHO DRAGGED HIMSELF ALONG AND SOON CAME TO THE END OF IT A FEW FRESH PICKED BONES WHERE THE SOGGY MOSS WAS MARKED BY THE FOOTPATHS OF MANY WOLVES HE SAW A SQUAT MOOSE HIDE SACK MADE TO HIS OWN WHICH HAD BEEN TORN BY SHARP TEETH HE PICKED IT UP THOUGH ITS WEIGHT WAS ALMOST TOO MUCH FOR HIS FEEBLE FINGERS BILL HAD CARRIED IT TO THE LAST HA HA HE WOULD HAVE THE LAUGH ON BILL HE WOULD SURVIVE AND CARRY IT TO THE SHIP IN THE SHINING SEA HIS MIRTH WAS HOARSE AND GHASTLY LIKE A RAVEN'S CROAK AND THE SICK WOLF JOINED HIM HOWLING LUGUBRIOUSLY THE MAN SEIZED SUDDENLY HOW COULD HE HAVE THE LAUGH ON BILL IF THAT WERE BILL IF THOSE BONES SO PINKY WHITE AND CLEAN WERE BILL HE TURNED AWAY WELL BILL HAD DESERTED HIM BUT HE WOULD NOT TAKE THE GOLD NOR WOULD HE SUCK BILL'S BONES BILL WOULD HAVE THOUGH HAD IT BEEN THE OTHER AROUND HE MUSED AS HE STAGGERED ON
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