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This was a pretty fair catch, for a change, thought Ralph Kenyon, as he tied the limp animal to his pack-saddle, and reset the trap, hoping next time to catch the dead mink’s larger mate. He ran a quick, appraising eye over the load slung across Keno’s broad back. Pretty good, eh, old boy? he added aloud, stroking the velvety nose of his dumb companion on many a solitary hunt. Now, Keno, you hang around, and browse on these young cottonwoods, while I do some figuring. I want to see what I’m likely to get for this next shipment of pelts.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
This was a pretty fair catch, for a change, thought Ralph Kenyon, as he tied the limp animal to his pack-saddle, and reset the trap, hoping next time to catch the dead mink’s larger mate. He ran a quick, appraising eye over the load slung across Keno’s broad back. Pretty good, eh, old boy? he added aloud, stroking the velvety nose of his dumb companion on many a solitary hunt. Now, Keno, you hang around, and browse on these young cottonwoods, while I do some figuring. I want to see what I’m likely to get for this next shipment of pelts.