“Time for breakfast,” returned Darry. “We’ve had a bath.”
“Have you? Well, I’m not so dirty as all that. After this you let me sleep as long as I please.”
“All right,” returned Darry, coolly. And as he turned away he added, in an undertone to Frank: “What a perfect bear he is! I wish he had remained at home.”
“So do I,” was the answer. “But as he is with us we’ll have to make the best of it.”
While the others were getting breakfast Hockley began leisurely to dress himself. He had pulled on one shoe and was holding the other when of a sudden he gave a cry of terror and leaped up wildly.
“Take it off! Take it off!”
“Take it off! Take it off!”
“What is it?” demanded the professor, quickly, and rushed to his side.
“I don’t know what it is. It crawled out of my shoe. Take it off!”