“Look here,” he cried, “both of you; that German sausage is a fool!”
The others turned on him with wondering eyes as if they doubted his sanity, a notion quite pardonable from his manner of speaking and the wild look he had given himself by thrusting both his hands through his rather long, shaggy black hair, and making it stand up on end.
“Well,” he said sharply, “what are you two staring at?”
“Well, Fred,” said the doctor smiling, “I suppose it was at you.”
“And pray why were you staring in that peculiar way at me? Here, you answer—you, Frank.”
“I was staring on account of the sausage,” said the young man, sinking back in his chair and laughing aloud.
“Here, Bob,” said the professor excitedly, “what have you been giving this fellow—ether? It’s too strong for him. Got on his nerves.”
“Nonsense,” said the doctor, joining softly in their young friend’s mirth. “What makes you think that?”
“Why, you heard. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about—staring on account of the sausage!”
“Well, that’s why I was looking at you so hard.”