Here, a sup of this. There you are. . . .
Well?"
"Well," said the young man, faintly, "he was a beauty."
Malbrouck looked at him a moment, thoughtfully, and then said: "Yes, he
was a beauty."
"I want a dozen more like him, and then I shall be able to drop 'em as
neat as, you do."
"H'm! the order is large. I'm afraid we shall have to fill it at some
other time;" and Malbrouck smiled a little grimly.
"What! only one moose to take back to the Height of Land, to--" something
in the eye of the other stopped him.
"To? Yes, to?" and now the eye had a suggestion of humour.
"To show I'm not a tenderfoot."
"Yes, to show you're not a tenderfoot. I fancy that will be hardly
necessary. Oh, you will be up, eh? Well!"
"Well, I'm a tottering imbecile. What's the matter with my legs?--my
prophetic soul, it hurts! Oh, I see; that's where the old warrior's hoof
caught me sideways. Now, I'll tell you what, I'm going to have another
moose to take back to Marigold Lake."
"Oh?"
"Yes. I'm going to take back a young, live moose."
"A significant ambition.
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