Ney Bill gave him, and then slunk away down the road for the forest, as
we have seen him. * * * * * Bill felt so confident of the success of his
experiment that he did not hesitate to inform the boys that Pete was
"dead sure" to return. He would stake his reputation upon it. Pete was
in a hard position. If he loved anything in this world, it was whisky.
If there was anything he feared, it was Bill's fist. The two were sure
to go together. The money jingling in his pocket suggested unlimited
pleasures, but over every one hung Bill's hard fist. He ran several
miles through the forest, till, turning a corner of the road, he came
upon a little clearing, in which stood a small log house. Pete knew the
place well. Here lived Jeff Hunt with his wife, a French woman, and
their troop of children. Jeff was a person of little importance by the
side of his wife, though, like all "lords of creation," he considered
himself the legal and proper head of the family, as well as one of the
mainstays of society. His part of the family government con
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