"Oh, yes, what was it that was unpleasant?" he wondered.

" Yes, Kitty's ill....

Well, it can't be helped; I'm very sorry," he thought.

"She's found it! Isn't she a clever thing?" he said, taking the warm bird from Laska's mouth and packing it into the almost full game bag.

" I've got it, Stiva!" he shouted.