“That doesn’t prove it.”
“Yes it does. I know! Father said, ‘I’ll send Grip down; he’ll find them.’”
“Well, it does sound likely; but I say, Ydoll, isn’t it queer?”
“What, being here?”
“No; while I was so miserable and feeling as I did, I was only faint; now I feel so hungry I could eat anything.”
“Same here,” said Gwyn; “but it’s all right; they’re out; father sent Grip—didn’t he, Grip?”
The dog barked loudly and leaped up at him.
“There, hear him? He understands,” cried Gwyn; but Joe shook his head.
“I don’t know,” he said. “The dog found us right enough, but that doesn’t prove that he’ll find his way back.”
“He’d better,” said Gwyn with mock earnestness; “if he doesn’t we’ll eat him. Do you hear, sir?”