32 Nameless Fox quickly cut the throat of the rest of the cats, and skinned them. The dog watched hm with great interest, his mouth hanging open.
33 "You must be pretty hungry," muttered Nameless Fox. He threw one of the carcasses within reach of the great jaws and the dog devoured it. But the effort took all his strength and the great head sunk afterwards.
34 Nameless Fox went to take a drink and realized the dog, too, must be thirsty. He emptied his tote sack, went to the spring, and filled it with water. As he'd hoped, it held. He brought it back to the dog and the smell of the water brought the great head up immediately.
35 The dog looked at the man strangely. Nameless Fox edged forward , and the dog drained the makeshift bucket. Again, the great head sank with the effort.
36 "Well!" said Nameless Fox, "Let's see if we can tell what's wrong with you!"
37 It didn't take long to find the answer. There was a great wound in the dog's side. "It looks like you've bit more than you could handle!" said Nameless Fox. "You're only two-third's grown. Even a great male hesitates attacking a wild male ox!"
38 He built a fire, got more water, heated it in his little cook pot, got his needle and thread out of his kit, cleaned the wound, trimmed the hair from around it, and sat there holding the needle and thread.
39 "I must be out of my mind!" he thought. The dog's breathing was very weak. "I hope you can't feel this!" he said. He got two stitches before the great head came up, and the great, tired eyes stared at him. The mouth half opened, and the head rolled back and laid down again.
40 "Good!" thought Nameless Fox, "Now just sleep a little bit longer."
41 It took him eight more stitches but the dog didn't move again. "Well, let's hope I got it clean enough," he said. He found some Healing leaves, made a poultice, and put it on the wound, put one of the Bush Cats on a stick to roast, and went to work cleaning the hides.
42 It was well dark when he heard a low, soft whine. The dog's great head was lifted. He was sniffing the poultice. "No!" cried Nameless Fox. "Leave it alone!"
43 The head spun around with a sudden roar, and Nameless Fox jumped back. "Easy, Big Fellow, easy!"
44 The dog sniffed and looked towards the roasting cat. Nameless Fox threw him another carcass and the dog quickly devoured it.
45 "Let's save the rest," announced Nameless Fox. "You can have my leavings. We will both need food for the morning."
46 The dog laid back down. He seemed far stronger already. Obviously his greatest problem had been starvation.
47 Before he wnt to bed, Nameless Fox brought the dog more water then spent a quiet night under the stars.
48 "Can there really be other people up there?" he thought, "It seems so hard to believe. But The Lords said it is true, so it must be."
49 He awoke in the morning, rekindled his fire, threw the dog one of the cats and roasted the last one while he brought the dog water. He removed the poultice and was pleased with what he saw. The wound was crusted over, the stitches were holding.
50 "You'll be able to move around pretty soon, Big Fellow!" he said, ruffing the dog's half grown mane. "You're going to be beautiful when you're full grown!"
51 The dog seemed to enjoy this attention, he waited patiently for Nameless Fox to finish eating, to get what was left of the cat.
52 "I'll feed you one more day," said Nameless Fox. "By then you'll be strong enough to drive off any cats, and I can be on my way."
53 He gave the dog water and went out to hunt.
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