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Wallace, Dillon, 1863-1939

"Bobby of the Labrador"

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"Hunt tomorrow!" exclaimed Skipper Ed. "Is that the first thing you
think of when you wake up? I'm not sure I'll let you hunt tomorrow. I
may keep you in your sleeping bag."
"I'm all right, Skipper," declared Bobby, "I'm going to get out of my
bag right now. I'm so hungry I'll be eating it if I don't."
"Stay where you are!" commanded Skipper Ed. "I'll feed you right there.
I have some fresh seal meat all cooked, and I'll make tea."
"Is Jimmy asleep, and is he all right?"
"Yes, he's sleeping, and I've no doubt he'll be all right in a day or
two."
"Skipper," said Bobby, as Skipper Ed threw a handful of tea into the
simmering teakettle, "do you know what Jimmy did?"
"Why, yes. He fell into the sea, and would have perished if you hadn't
been so prompt in making a human fishhook of yourself."
"What I did wasn't anything any one wouldn't have done," declared Bobby
deprecatingly.
"But we were on that cake of ice and it began to turn over, and Jimmy
jumped into the water to save me. If we'd both gone in we'd both have
drowned, for we couldn't have got out with our _netseks_ on in that
paralyzing cold, and Jimmy knew it, so he just jumped in to save me, and
I'm sure he never expected to get out himself. That's the greatest thing
anybody could have done."
"Jumped in to save you? My partner a hero, too! I knew it was in him,
though. You're a pair of the bravest chaps I ever knew, and I'm proud of
you both," and Skipper Ed's voice sounded strange and choky.


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