"Perhaps not; still it is funny," was the reply.
The black cat jumped into Duval's lap, and he stroked it and talked to it. Then the animal began to claw at him.
"What's the matter, kitty?" asked Duval.
The animal cried and continued to claw at him.
"He wants to get down," said the other.
Duval released his hold on the cat, which immediately jumped to the floor and walked under the bed, to where Hal lay. The lad saw the animal coming, and reached out a friendly hand, thinking to keep it quiet.
But the cat's back bristled. Its tail grew to huge proportions, and it snarled and spat at him angrily.
"What do you suppose is the matter with the cat?" asked Duval.
"Sounds like he had found a dog under the bed," was the reply.
The hissing and snarling continued.