"Th' boofalo have shkipped."
"Gone?"
"Thot's roight."
"Too bad!"
Frank felt that he must satisfy himself with his own eyes, and so he hastened to a spot that commanded a view of the place where the creatures had been feeding.
Sure enough, they were gone.
"That's hard luck!" he muttered. "Here we have been hanging a whole week in the park just to enable me to get a snap at some of the creatures, and we lost our only opportunity. Well, I suppose we should be satisfied to get off with our lives."
He knew this was true, and so there was reason to be thankful, instead of grumbling.
He returned to where Barney was talking to Fay. The child was anxiously watching Frank's movements.
"You ain't doin' away and leave me, is you?" she asked.