“I wish I had any old thing to put on,” grumbled Case.
“You know what Eve did when she found herself naked?” remarked Jule. “She made an apron of fig leaves.”
“Bring on your fig leaves!” ordered Clay. “Here, waiter, one order of fig leaves.”
“Something must be done at once,” declared Rube. “I’m that cold that life in an ice house would be a pleasant recreation!”
A movement was now heard in the underbrush which lined the shore of the stream, and Captain Joe made his appearance.
The dog was greeted with exclamations of disgust.
“Come here, you mongrel cur!” shouted Case, at the same time making a rush for the canine. “What did you do with our clothes?”
Captain Joe wagged his quarter of a tail and said in his best dog talk that he would show them later.
“Where’s Alex?” asked Case, talking to the dog as if he had the gift of speech.
Captain Joe climbed up on his questioner, much to the latter’s annoyance, he being nearly naked, and made further demonstrations which said in plain dog talk that he knew what was being said, but considered it beneath his dignity to make reply.