"I wish I knew where," panted Lynx. "There is no wrong in stealing from a thief--is there, wise Bird?"
"I know where some of it is hidden," declared Jay, with an air of great satisfaction.
"Tell me," pleaded the other.
At first Jack refused utterly; then by diplomatic weakenings he succumbed to Pisew's eager solicitation, and veered around, consenting to point out some of Wolverine's stolen treasure.
"You are a true friend, Jack," asserted Pisew, encouragingly.
"To whom?" asked the Bird, pointedly.
"Oh, to me, of course; for Carcajou is a friend to nobody. But, Jack," he said suddenly, "you are fond of Yellow-eating, aren't you?"
"Yes, I like butter."
"Well, I'll tell you where you can get rare good picking--it's a good joke on Carcajou, too, though it was so badly covered up that I thought it more like a Man's cache."
The Jay started. Had this wily thief stolen his butter also--the butter that Carcajou had hidden for him at the Shack looting?