"Run to the King and ask for help, as is the law of the Boundaries," ordered Wolverine.
"Gently, Mister Lieutenant, gently; don't get so excited--keep cool."
"Wait till I get out of this," screamed Carcajou; "I'll warm your jacket."
"There, there," returned Lynx, "don't threaten me--don't abuse me, and I'll help you--"
"That's a good Pisew--hurry, please--François may come--"
"On one condition," added Lynx, sitting down on his haunches with deliberate self-possession.
"Hang the conditions!" blustered Carcajou--"talk of conditions with a Fellow's fingers in a steel Trap!"
"All the same, I'll only do it on one condition--when they talked the other day of making me King--"
"'They talked,'" interrupted Carcajou; "nobody talked of making you King."
"You didn't, I know, Lieutenant; but that's just what I want you to promise now, before I help you."