One day, taking Hoag's gun, he travelled up
the nearest stream for a mile, and came on a big beaver pond.
Round this he scouted and soon discovered a drowned beaver, held
in a trap which he recog- nized at once, for it had the (" ' "')
mark on the frame. Then he found an empty trap with a beaver leg
in it, and another, till six traps were found. Then he gathered
up the six and the beaver, and returned to the cabin to be
greeted with a string of complaints:
"Ye didn't ought to leave me like this. I'm paying ye well
enough. I don't ax no favours," etc.
"See what I got," and Rolf showed the beaver. "An' see what I
found;" then he showed the traps. "Queer, ain't it," he went on,
"we had six traps just like them, and I marked the face just like
these, and they all disappeared, and there was a snowshoe trail
pointing this way. You haven't got any crooked neighbours about
here, have you?"
The trapper looked sulky and puzzled, and grumbled, "I bet it was
Bill Hawkins done it"; then relapsed into silence.
Chapter 47. Hoag's Home-coming
When it comes to personal feelin's better let yer friends do the
talkin' and jedgin'.
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