"It is a deer's foot, isn't it?" he asked.
"You've guessed it, young man."
The thought came to some of them that perhaps they had a crazy man to deal with. The Professor decided to humor their caller.
"Very interesting, very interesting," he nodded. "You shot him, eh?"
"I did not."
"No? Then I do not understand what particular interest attaches to the foot."
"I reckon you would if you wanted to. You've seen it before," grunted the man.
"I beg to differ with you. I have not seen a deer foot, let alone the animal belonging to it, in some months. Why do you insist upon this?"
"Because one of your party shot the deer. You've got deer inside of you at this particular minute and—"
Stacy rubbed his stomach and rolled his eyes.