One Ear didn't get no fish.

I came back to the bag afterward an' got 'm his fish." "We've only got six dogs," Henry said.
"Henry," Bill went on.

"I won't say they was all dogs, but there was seven of 'm that got fish." Henry stopped eating to glance across the fire and count the dogs.
"There's only six now," he said.
"I saw the other one run off across the snow," Bill announced with cool positiveness.

"I saw seven." Henry looked at him commiseratingly, and said, "I'll be almighty glad when this trip's over." "What d'ye mean by that ?" Bill demanded.
"I mean that this load of ourn is gettin' on your nerves, an' that you're beginnin' to see things." "I thought of that," Bill answered gravely.

"An' so, when I saw it run off across the snow, I looked in the snow an' saw its tracks.