“Well, what were you going to say by way of explanation?”
“Nothing.”
“Well, what do you want?”
“Breakfast.”
“That’s what he said before,” cried Dean.
“Hungry,” said the man, quite reproachfully.
The doctor laughed, and the rest joined in chorus, Dan beginning to stamp about in the exuberance of his delight.
“Beg pardon, gentleman,” he said, checking himself suddenly, “but he do set me off.”
“But the worst of it is, my man,” said the doctor, “that this is resolving itself into no laughing matter.”
“No, sir,” said Buck respectfully. “There’s more cry about him than laugh.”