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with much less effort, deep into the body of the

grazer, just below the tail. -
With Bom's aid, the grazer was then balanced

evenly on Ruumahum's back. Forepaws steadied the
dead weight while Bom tied it securely with unbreak-
able fom from the loops at his waist, passing the line
several times round the carcass and under the furcot's
two bellies. He knotted it and stood aside.

"Try it, Ruumahum. Any shifting?"

The furcot dug all three pairs of claws into the
wood and leaned experimentally to the left, then
right. Then he shook deliberately, raised his head, and
lowered his hips."Shift not. Born. Good rest."

Bom studied the huge bulk with concern. "Sure
you can make it all right? It's a long way Home,
and we may have to fight." The load was consid-
erable even for a mature furcot as big as Ruumahum.

The latter snorted. "Can make . . . not sure of

fighting."

"All right, don't worry about it. Kill or no kill,

if we get into any real trouble I'll cut you free." He
grinned. "Just don't go to long sleep on me halfway

between here and Home."

"Sleep? What is sleep?" Ruumahum snorted. The

furcots possessed a peculiar sense of humor, all their
own that only occasionally coincided with that of per-
sons. As Bom was a bit peculiar himself, he under-


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stood their jokes better than most.

"Let's go, then."
Back to the hiding place to retrieve the snuffler

and sling it snugly across his back. Then there was