order to introduce the Kurepain into this locality, we have set
aside _one thousand bottles_ of this _incomparable_ medicine. That
number, _and no more_, we will dispose of at four dollars a bottle. Do
not make a mistake. When the supply is exhausted, the price will
_rise_ to eight dollars a bottle, owing to a scarcity of one of the
ingredients. We honestly advise you, if you are in pain or suffering,
to take advantage of this _rare_ opportunity. A word to the wise is
sufficient. Order to-day.'"

"'Tis a great bargain, Jim," the mother whispered.

"Ay," Jim answered, dubiously.

His wife patted his hand. "When Jimmie's cured," she went on, "he
could help you with the traps, an'----"

"'Tis not for _that_ I wants un cured," Jim Grimm flashed. "I'm
willin' an' able for me labour. 'Tis not for that. I'm just thinkin'
all the time about seein' him run about like he used to. That's what
_I_ wants."

"Doesn't you think, Jim, that we could manage it--if we tried
wonderful hard?"

"'Tis accordin' t' what fur I traps, mum, afore the ice goes an' the
steamer comes. I'm hopin' we'll have enough left over t' buy the
cure."

"You're a good father, Jim," the mother said, at last. "I knows you'll
do for the best. Leave us wait until the spring time comes."

"Ay," he agreed; "an' we'll say nar a word t' little Jimmie."

They laid hold on the hope in Hook's Kurepain. Life was brighter,
then. They looked forward to the cure. The old merry, scampering
Jimmie, with his shouts and laughter and gambols and pranks, was to
return to them. When, as the winter dragged along, Jim Grimm brought
home the fox skins from the wilderness, Jimmie fondled them, and
passed upon their quality, as to colour and size and fur. Jim Grimm
and his wife exchanged smiles. Jimmie did not know that upon the
quality and number of the skins, which he delighted to stroke and pat,
depended his cure. Let the winter pass! Let the ice move out from the
coast! Let the steamer come for the letters! Let her go and return
again! _Then_ Jimmie should know.

"We'll be able t' have _one_ bottle, whatever," said the mother.

"'Twill be more than that, mum," Jim Grimm answered, confidently. "We
wants our Jimmie cured."

CHAPTER IV

_In Which Jimmie Grimm Surprises a Secret, Jim Grimm makes
a Rash Promise, and a Tourist From the States Discovers
the Marks of Tog's Teeth_

With spring came the great disappointment. The snow melted from the
hil