I can feel it now--the bound in the
blood as I caught at Malbrouck's arm and said: 'By George, I must kill
moose; that's sport for Vikings, and I was meant to be a Viking--or a
gladiator.' Malbrouck at once replied that he would give me some moose-
hunting in December if I would come up to Marigold Lake. I couldn't
exactly reply on the instant, because, you see, there wasn't much chance
for board and lodging thereabouts, unless--but he went on to say that I
should make his house my 'public,'perhaps he didn't say it quite in those
terms, that he and his wife would be glad to have me. With a couple of
Indians we could go north-west, where the moose-yards were, and have some
sport both exciting and prodigious. Well, I'm a muff, I know, but I
didn't refuse that. Besides, I began to see the safe side of the bet I
had made with my aunt, the dowager, and I was more than pleased with what
had come to pass so far. Lucky for you, too, you yarn-spinner, that the
thing did develop so, or you wouldn't be getting fame and shekels out of
the results of my story.
"Well, I got one thing out of the night's experience; and it was that the
Malbroucks were no plebs.
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