"No, Siree, we can't; but there's one thing about Kaviak," said the Boy, "he always owns up. Look here, Kiddie: don't say no; don't shake your head till you've thought. Now, think hard."
Kaviak's air of profound meditation seemed to fill every requirement.
"Did you take the awful good syrup and eat it up?"
Kaviak was in the middle of a head-shake when he stopped abruptly. The Boy had said he wasn't to do that. Nobody had seemed pleased when he said "No."
"I b'lieve we're on the right track. He's remembering. Think again. You are a tip-top man at finding sugar, aren't you?"
"Yes, fin' shugh." Kaviak modestly admitted his prowess in that direction.
"And you get hungry in the early morning?"
Yes, he would go so far as to admit that he did.
"You go skylarkin' about, and you remember—the syrup can! And you get hold of it—didn't you?"
"To-malla."