“Yes, but what were you thinking about?”
“The dog.”
“Oh, yes, of course, so was I; but what about him?” said Gwyn, sharply.
“How he got hurt?”
“Chopped in the man-engine. You heard.”
“Yes, but I don’t believe it.”
“Here’s a miserable unbeliever,” said Gwyn, mockingly. “How did he get hurt, then?”
“Someone did it.”
“Oh, nonsense! It isn’t likely. The machine did it, same as it would you or me if we weren’t careful.”
“But that wasn’t how poor old Grip was hurt.”