"The consequence is, Ike, that you obeyed me then, and I expect you to obey me still," said Sam firmly.
"Yes; an' I'll keep on obeyin' you till I die, but har's de pint," and Ike spread out his hand and looked at the palm as if he were reading. "If we'd hab eat a lot more ob dat grub, den dar wouldn't have been so much lost. Wouldn't it be a heap sight better if we had dat stuff inside ob us dan at de bottom ob dat ar whirlpole?"
"We did everything for the best, Ike, and therefore we should not blame ourselves," said Sam.
"I no tinkee dat glub's in watel," said Wah Shin.
"Whar is it, den?" asked Ike.
"I tink Maj he lookee muchee fat. Him no so hungly like befole; mebbe him eatee glub."
The object of this awful accusation sat near by eyeing the little stock of provisions as if he could dispose of the lot without feeling any great discomfort.
"No," said Ulna, who usually listened to these conversations without taking part in them; "the dog did not eat that food."
"W'y you tinkee no?" asked Wah Shin.
"Because the bag in which the food was placed is gone, and the dog could not have eaten that."