at, an' in he go.

"`Vah vas yeh all dis time?' roar Ou' King Lion, makin' all de place
tremble.

"`Please, sir,' ses Ou' Jackalse, terr'ble busy to look at, `my fool
missis she len' de medicine book to darie ou' gossippin' Missis Duck,
an' I had yust a terror of a yob to spoor her out where she was a
quackin' an' a scan'alin' till I got it back. But I sent de medicine on
by Ou' Wolf here an' tole him what to do till I come.'

"`Did you?' roars King Lion, fair a-lashin' his tail in such a wax; `an'
here he's bin standin' like a clay man all dis time, yust a-holdin'
leaves an' roots, an' a-sayin' nawtin', an' my claw gettin' moh and
wohse pain every minute!'

"Ou' Wolf he look at de King an' he begin to shake a bit. Den he look
at Ou' Jackalse an' he won'er how in de worl' he come to forget what he
ses he tell him. But Ou' Jackalse he look at Ou' Wolf yust as if he was
fair disgusted wid such forgettin', an' den he look at de King's claw
an' he shake his head. `It's gone pretty bad, but dere is yust one
t'ing might cure it--it might.'

"`What's dat?' roars King Lion, an' Ou' Wolf he begin to feel de air
shake in de roots of his hair.

"`Well, sir,' ses Ou' Jackalse, `if Ou' Wolf 'ud bring his uncle or his
cousin I don't know. But,'--an' he shake his head, an' tap de ole
almanac under his arm, an' look solemn all over--`dis book ses de same
an' I agrees wid it, 'cause I's found it so; dere's nawtin' else for it
but you take de skin of a live wolf an' wrop it roun' you' paw till it
get well. Ou' Wolf's uncle now,' ses he.

"`Ou' Wolf hisse'f!' roars King Lion, an'--_clip_!--he make a dive to
gash a-hold of Ou' Wolf. But Ou' Wolf he'd bin a-feelin' somet'in'
comin', feelin' it in his bones, an' Ou' Jackalse hadn't more'n said
`Wolf!' dan Ou' Wolf wasn't dere--he was yust a-streakin' out o' dat
till you couldn't see him for heel dust.

"`Well, sir,' says Ou' Jackalse, an' he heaves a whackin' big sigh
'cause he's tinkin' what Ou' Wolfs gun' to do to him now when he see him
agen--`I'm a gall darn sorry, you' Majesty, but now you's let Ou' Wolf
get away I can't do nawtin', on'y yust put some medicine on you' claw
till you ketch him agen.' An' wid dat he ups an' he doctor darie ou'
claw an' comes away. An' he ain't a skippin' an' he ain't a singin'
nawtin' about de `Kimberleysa trainsa' dis time nudder, 'cause he's
tinkin' a deal about what Ou' Wolf's a-gun' to do.

"Ahter dat Ou' Jackalse keep his eye skin'