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driftwood.”
    Eddy and Billy Tabeshaw had rocked the log out of the wet sand and rolled it toward the water.
    â€œPut it right in,” Dick Boulton shouted.
    â€œWhat are you doing that for?” asked the doctor.
    â€œWash it off. Clean off the sand on account of the saw. I want to see who it belongs to,” Dick said.
    The log was just awash in the lake. Eddy and Billy Tabeshaw leaned on their cant-hooks sweating in the sun. Dick kneeled down in the sand and looked at the mark of the scaler’s hammer in the wood at the end of the log.
    â€œIt belongs to White and McNally,” he said, standing up and brushing off his trousers knees.
    The doctor was very uncomfortable.
    â€œYou’d better not saw it up then, Dick,” he said, shortly.
    â€œDon’t get huffy, Doc,” said Dick. “Don’t get huffy. I don’t care who you steal from. It’s none of my business.”
    â€œIf you think the logs are stolen, leave them alone and take your tools back to the camp,” the doctor said. His face was red.
    â€œDon’t go off at half cock, Doc,” Dick said. He spat tobacco juice on the log. It slid off, thinning in the water. “You know they’re stolen as well as I do. It don’t make any difference to me.”
    â€œAll right. If you think the logs are stolen, take your stuff and get out.”
    â€œNow, Doc—”
    â€œTake your stuff and get out.”
    â€œListen, Doc.”
    â€œIf you call me Doc once again, I’ll knock your eye teeth down your throat.”
    â€œOh, no, you won’t, Doc.”
    Dick Boulton looked at the doctor. Dick was a big man. He knew how big a man he was. He liked to get into fights. He was happy. Eddy and Billy Tabeshaw leaned on their cant-hooks and looked at the doctor. The doctor chewed the beard on his lower lip and looked at Dick Boulton. Then he turned away and walked up the hill to the cottage. They could see from his back how angry he was. They all watched him walk up the hill and go inside the cottage.
    Dick said something in Ojibway. Eddy laughed but Billy Tabeshaw looked very serious. He did not understand English but he had sweat all the time the row was going on. He was fat with only a few hairs of mustache like a Chinaman. He picked up the two cant-hooks. Dick picked up the axes and Eddy took the saw down from the tree. They started off and walked up past the cottage and out the back gate into the woods. Dick left the gate open. Billy Tabeshaw went back and fastened it. They were gone through the woods.
    In the cottage the doctor, sitting on the bed in his room, saw a pile of medical journals on the floor by the bureau. They were still in their wrappers unopened. It irritated him.
    â€œAren’t you going back to work, dear?” asked the doctor’s wife from the room where she was lying with the blinds drawn.
    â€œNo!”
    â€œWas anything the matter?”
    â€œI had a row with Dick Boulton.”
    â€œOh,” said his wife. “I hope you didn’t lose your temper, Henry.”
    â€œNo,” said the doctor.
    â€œRemember, that he who ruleth his spirit is greater than he that taketh a city,” said his wife. She was a Christian Scientist. Her Bible, her copy of Science and Health and her Quarterly were on a table beside her bed in the darkened room.
    Her husband did not answer. He was sitting on his bed now, cleaning a shotgun. He pushed the magazine full of the heavy yellow shells and pumped them out again. They were scattered on the bed.
    â€œHenry,” his wife called. Then paused a moment. “Henry!”
    â€œYes,” the doctor said.
    â€œYou didn’t say anything to Boulton to anger him, did you?”
    â€œNo,” said the doctor.
    â€œWhat was the trouble about, dear?”
    â€œNothing much.”
    â€œTell me, Henry. Please don’t try and keep anything from me. What was the trouble about?”
    â€œWell, Dick owes