“I thought not.”
Cute now came up with them.
“What are you stopping here for?” he asked.
“Waiting for you to come up,” answered Percy.
“Thank you. I came as fast as I could. I’m short-winded. Phew!”
Cute drew in a long breath, as if preparing for a fresh start.
“That’s because you are so fat!” cried Percy, laughingly.
“Fat be blowed!” retorted Cute, indignantly.
“That’s what I said—you are blown, because you are so fat.”
“Funny, ain’t you? Well, I’d rather be fat than a Slim Jim, like you and the Anteloper. Look at his horns! I’ve often heard of taking a horn, but I wouldn’t like to take one of them horns.”