“Let me send them away now, Kenneth!” cried Max.
“What? Why, it’s glorious! Hold tight, Sneeshing!”
A tremendous barking began now, for Dirk was losing his temper, and in another minute he would have dragged Sneeshing out of his snug place, for he had seized him by the loose skin at the back of his neck, when Kenneth shouted at them, and the disturbance ceased.
“I say, Max,” he cried, “did you ever see Sneeshing dance the fling? No, I never showed you. Here, give me those joints of my fly-rod,” and he pointed to them in a corner of the room.
Max fetched them; and as Kenneth took them and let them fall over his shoulder, Sneeshing shuffled out of the bedclothes and began to bark.
“Draw out that pillow,” said Kenneth.
Max obeyed wonderingly; and rather feebly, but laughing the while, Kenneth tucked the pillow half under his left arm.
“What are you going to do?” cried Max.
“Wait a moment, and you’ll see. Get back, you two—get back!”
Dirk and Bruce backed to the bottom of the bed, and sat up watching eagerly, while Sneeshing threw up his head and howled.