"Looking after the dogs," said Father Wills; and as the door opened, "Oh yes, give us that," he said to Andrew. "I thought"—he turned to the Colonel—"maybe you'd like to try some Yukon reindeer."
"Hooray!"
"Mate? Arre ye sayin' mate, or is an angel singin'?"
"Now I know that man's a Christian," soliloquised Potts.
"Look here: it'll take a little time to cook," said Mac, "and it's worth waitin' for. Can you let us have a pail o' hot water in the meantime?"
"Y-yes," said the Colonel, looking as if he had enough to think about already.
"Yes, we always wash them first of all," said Father Wills, noticing how Mac held the little heathen off at arm's length. "Nicholas used to help with that at Holy Cross." He gave the new order with the old authoritative gesture.
"And where's the liniment I lent you that you're so generous with?" Mac arraigned O'Flynn. "Go and get it."
Under Nicholas's hands Kaviak was forced to relinquish not only the baby hare, but his own elf locks. He was closely sheared, his moccasins put off, and his single garment dragged unceremoniously wrong side out over his head and bundled out of doors.
"Be the Siven! he's got as manny bones as a skeleton!"