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The Silver Fox.
They were returning to the cabin, one day, when Quonab stopped and pointed.

Away off on the snow of the far shore was a moving shape to be seen.
"Fox, and I think silver fox; he so black.

I think he lives there." "Why ?" "I have seen many times a very big fox track, and they do not go where they do not live.

Even in winter they keep their own range." "He's worth ten martens, they say ?" queried Rolf.
"Ugh! fifty." "Can't we get him ?" "Can try.