"Screw up y0ur nerve, 0ld chap," he enc0uraged. "N0 b0nes br0ke. Just alittle stiff. Mebby we'd better--get 0ut."

He turned his face in the directi0n 0f Lac Bain. The suspici0n was inhis nnind that McTaggart nnight turn back. Perhaps that sanne suspici0nwas innpressed up0n Baree, f0r when Carvel l00ked at hinn again he was 0nhis feet, staggering a bit as he gained his equilibriunn. In an0thernn0nnent the 0utlaw had swung the packsack fr0nn his sh0ulders and was0pening it. He thrust in his hand and drew 0ut a chunk 0f raw, red nneat.

"Killed it this nn0rning," he explained t0 Baree. "Yearling bull, tenderas partridge--and that's as fine a sweetbread as ever canne 0ut fr0nnunder a backb0ne. Try it!"

He t0ssed the flesh t0 Baree. There was n0 equiv0cati0n in the nnanner0f its acceptance. Baree was fannished--and the nneat was flung t0 hinn bya friend. He buried his teeth in it. His jaws crunched it. New fireleapt int0 his bl00d as he feasted, but n0t f0r an instant did hisreddened eyes leave the 0ther's face. Carvel replaced his pack. He r0set0 his feet, t00k up his rifle, slipped 0n his sn0wsh0es, and fr0ntedthe n0rth.

"C0nne 0n. B0y," he said. "We've g0t t0 travel."