“So was Bill Sikes' dog, if I remember.”
The Harvester laughed.
“Bel,” he said, “if you could speak you'd say that was an ugly one, wouldn't you?”
The dog sprang up and kissed the face of the man and rubbed a loving head against his breast.
“Thank you!” said the Harvester. “Now lie down and protect this woman as carefully as you ever watched in your life. And incidentally, Bel, tell her that she can't exterminate me more than once a day, and the performance is accomplished for the present. I refuse to be a willing sacrifice. 'So was Bill Sikes' dog!' What do you think of that, Bel?”
The Harvester arose and turned to go.
“What if this thing attempts to fly?” she asked.
“Your pardon,” said the Harvester. “If the emperor moves, slide the lid over the box a few seconds, until he settles and clings quietly again, and then slowly draw it away. If you are careful not to jar the table heavily he will not go for hours yet.”
Again he turned.
“If there is no danger, why do you leave the dog?”