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t　of　us；　are　scared　of　them；　like　sheep。”

“At　night；”　Sanjai　piped　in；　“men　are　sheep；　women　are　wolves。　Espe—cially　Gasmai。”

The　hunters　all　roared　with　laughter。

Lamjav　was　in　such　high　spirits　that　he　flipped　Yang　Ke　heavily　onto　a　snowdrift。　“When　。　。　。　when　you　can　do　that　to　me；”　he　stammered；　“that’s　when　you　。　。　。　the　day　you’re　a　Mongol。”　Yang　grabbed　hold　of　Lamjav　and　tried　to　wrestle　him　to　the　ground；　only　to　be　flipped　head　over　heels　three　more　times。　Lamjav　laughed。　“You　。　。　。　you　Han　Chinese　are grass…eaters；　like　sheep。　We　Mongols　are meat…eaters；　like　wolves。”

As　he　brushed　the　snow　from　his　clothes；　Yang　said；　“Just　you　wait。　Next　year　I’m　going　to　buy　a full…　grown　ox　and　eat　every　bite　of　it　myself。　I　plan　to　keep　growing　till　I’m　a　head　taller　than　you；　and　then　you’ll　be　like　a　sheep。”

狼圖騰（英文版）　4（5）

“Yes！”　the　other　hunters　shouted　approvingly。　“Good　eback！”

Grassland　Mongols　are　known　more　for　their　capacity　for　liquor　than　for　their　appetite　for　meat。　After　a　few　rounds；　all　seven　or　eight　flasks　were　empty。　Seeing　that　there　was　no　more　liquor；　Yang　boldly　proclaimed　to　Lamjav；　“You　can　outwrestle　me；　but　let’s　see　who　can　outdrink　who。”

“Playing　the　fox；　are　you？”　Lamjav　retorted。　“Well；　out　here；　wolves　are　cleverer　than　foxes。　Wait　here。　I’ve　got　more　liquor。”　He　ran　over　to　where　his　horse　was　standing　and　took　a　bottle　of　clear　liquor　out　of　his　felt　saddlebag；　that　and　two　cups。　Waving　the　bottle　in　front　of　Yang；　he　said；　“I　was　saving　this　for　。　。　。　for　guests；　but　now　I’m　going　to　use　it　to　punish　you。”

“Punish！”　the　hunters　shouted。　“Punish　him！　Give　him　what　he　deserves！”

With　an　embarrassed　smile；　Yang　Ke　said；　“It　looks　like　this　fox　is　no　match　for　a　wolf。　I