Black King scratched Mooswa's fore-leg with a paw to draw his attention, but the latter had heard.
"I make some snare to-night, an' put him out wit' Castoreum. Dere's plenty Cat here."
Lynx shuddered.
"We must help each other," he whined, in a frightened voice.
Mooswa felt a little pat on his lofty horn, and looked up. "Lift me down, Brother," whispered Beaver.
"Where's Carcajou?" queried the King.
"Poking around the chimney--he made me nervous.
"Wuf!" sniffed Muskwa, gently. "Our Man burns the stink-weed in his mouth--it's horrible!" François was smoking.
"WUF!" SNIFFED MUSKWA, GENTLY. "OUR MAN BURNS THE STINK-WEED IN HIS MOUTH."