? ? ? ? 'But can we break it?'
? ? ? ? 'Don't know. Perhaps long walks with her trainers will make the riffle. Anyway, they'll take it out some, won't they, Madeline?'
? ? ? ? The girl nodded assent. If Malemute Kid, who knew all things, said so, why it was so. That was all there was about it.
? ? ? ? She had come over to them, anxious to begin again. Harrington surveyed her in quest of her points much in the same manner men usually do horses. It certainly was not disappointing, for he asked with sudden interest, 'What did that beggarly uncle of yours get anyway?'
? ? ? ? 'One rifle, one blanket, twenty bottles of hooch. Rifle broke.' She said this last scornfully, as though disgusted at how low her maiden-value had been rated.
? ? ? ? She spoke fair English, with many peculiarities of her husband's speech, but there was still perceptible the Indian accent, the traditional groping after strange gutturals. Even this her instructors had taken in hand, and with no small success, too.
? ? ? ? At the next intermission, Prince discovered a new predicament.
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