“What’s that about a fish breakfast?” asked Buck.
“You just hold your horses for a couple of minutes, and you’ll see!” was Alex’s reply. “I’m so hungry, right now, that I’m turning black in the face.”
“How would you like to have a good, steady job driving a pie wagon?” questioned Case. “That might suit you as long as the pie held out! Of all the nice, good-looking, long-distance pie-destroyers you take the cake.”
For reply Alex wrinkled his nose and pointed to Captain Joe, who had left the deck of the Rambler for the river, and was now swimming round and round the rowboat.
“He’s taking his morning bath,” he said. “Go away, dog, don’t spoil my fishing,” he added, as Captain Joe attempted to get into the boat.
“Captain Joe!” called the parrot. “Good Captain Joe! Come to me, you cur dog!”
If the dog had any objections to being called a cur dog he said nothing on the subject, but continued to swim round and round the rowboat.
“What’s the matter with the dog?” Alex asked, moving over to a side of the boat where he could get a full view of the dog, “I wonder if he isn’t going crazy.”
He called to the dog, but he continued to swim round and round the boat.
“Well, of all the fool capers that I ever came across, you certainly are the whole biscuit! What do you see down there in the river, Captain Joe?”