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hot water in the meantime?" "Y-yes," said the Colonel, looking as if he had enough to think about already. "Yes, we always wash them first of all," said Father Wills, noticing how Mac held the little heathen off at arm's length. "Nicholas used to help with that at Holy Cross." He gave the new order with the old authoritative gesture. "And where's the liniment I lent you that you're so generous with?" Mac arraigned O'Flynn. "Go and get it." Under Nicholas's hands Kaviak was forced to relinquish not only the baby hare, but his own elf locks. He was closely sheared, his moccasins put off, and his single garment dragged unceremoniously wrong side out over his head and bundled out of doors. "Be the Siven! he's got as manny bones as a skeleton!" "Poor little codger!" The Colonel stood an instant, skillet in hand staring. "What's that he's got round his neck?" said the Boy, moving nearer. Kaviak, seeing the keen look menacing his treasure, lifted a shrunken yellow hand and clasped tight the dirty shapeless object suspended from a raw-hide necklace. Nicholas seemed to hesitate to divest him of this sole remaining possession. "You must get him to give it up," said Father Wills, "and burn it." Kaviak flatly declined to fall in with as much as he understood of this arrangement. "What is it, anyway?" the Boy pursued. "His amulet, I suppose." As Father Wills proceeded to enforce his order, and pulled the leather string over the child's head, Kaviak rent the air with shrieks and coughs. He seemed to say as well as he could, "I can do without my parki and my mucklucks, but I'll take my death without my amulet." Mac insinuated himself brusquely between the victim and his persecutors. He took the dirty object away from the priest with scant ceremony, in spite of the whisper, "Infection!" and gave it back to the wrathful owner. "You talk his language, don't you?" Mac demanded of Nicholas. The Pymeut pilot nodded. "Tell him, if he'll lend the thing to me to wash, he shall have it back." Nicholas explained. Kaviak, with streaming eyes and quivering lips, reluctantly handed it over, and watched Mac anxiously till overwhelmed by a yet greater misfortune in the shape of a bath for himself. "How shall I clean this thing thoroughly?" Mac condescended to ask Father Wills. The priest shrugged. "He'll have forgotten it to-morrow." "He shall have it to-morrow," said Mac. With his back to Kav
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