“Perhaps Anvik will show you how to skin and cut up the antelope.”
“I don’t want to know how to skin an antelope. We don’t have that kind at home, so what’s the use knowing about it? I know how to ‘skin the cat,’ and that’s enough,” Chunky declared.
Anvik deftly strung up the carcass and in half an hour had it neatly dressed, the boys watching the operation with interest.
“Heap much good meat,” he nodded.
“Yes, heap,” admitted Stacy solemnly. “What are you going to do with it all?”
“Eat um.”
“All of it?”
151“Some of um. Mebby wolf eat um rest. Mebby bear eat um.”
“Mebby they don’t. Mebby Stacy Brown will eat um if there is any left when my hungry friends get through with it to-morrow,” jeered the fat boy. “I’ll have mine rare, if you please.”
“Huh!” grunted Anvik with the suspicion of a grin on his usually stolid countenance.