“Well, what are you doing?”
“Just coming down,” he replied, in a grieved but patient tone.
“Then why don't you come?”
“I got Duke here. I got to get him down, haven't I? You don't suppose I want to leave a poor dog in here to starve, do you?”
“Well, hand him down over the side to me. Let me——”
“I'll get him down all right,” said Penrod. “I got him up here, and I guess I can get him down!”
“Well then, do it!”
“I will if you'll let me alone. If you'll go on back to the house I promise to be there inside of two minutes. Honest!”
He put extreme urgency into this, and his mother turned toward the house. “If you're not there in two minutes——”
“I will be!”