"No," said John. "Nothing that can't wait."
"Set down," said Mr. Harum, drawing a chair to the fire. He looked up with his characteristic grin. "Ever own a hog?" he said.
"No," said John, smiling.
"Ever feel like ownin' one?"
"I don't remember ever having any cravings in that direction."
"Like pork?" asked Mr. Harum.
"In moderation," was the reply. David produced from his pocketbook the dispatch received the day before and handed it to the young man at his side. "Read that," he said.
John looked at it and handed it back.
"It doesn't convey any idea to my mind," he said.
"What?" said David, "you don't know what 'Bangs Galilee' means? nor who 'Raisin' is?"