"Me? Not a whole lot. Let's see. I helped Critch skin an' mount Chuck Evan's bulldog, some birds, a weasel—"
"Hold on!" laughed Mr. Wallace. "That's not what I mean. Know anything about horned animals?"
"No," admitted Burt. "I've read up 'bout 'em though. So's Critch."
"Suppose you had a deer's horns to take off. How'd you do it?"
"Take his skin off by cuttin' straight down the breast to the tail," replied Burt promptly.
"Make cross-cuts down the inside o' each leg an' turn him inside out. For the horns you make a cut between 'em, then back down the neck a little."
"Wouldn't you take his skull?" questioned Mr. Wallace.
"Sure! I forgot that. You'd have to cut between the lids and eye-sockets down to the lips an' cut these from the bone. For the skull, cut her off and boil her."
"Pretty good!" commented his uncle. "I guess you've got the knowledge all right. How'd you do in Africa about the skin?"
"Nothing," grinned Burt. "'Cording to your books you just salt 'em well and ship 'em to the coast."