“Will you keep him, then!” I shouted, in a rage.
“Yes.”
I stood awhile admiring the cock, and wondering at the man. At last I felt a redoubled admiration of the one, and a redoubled deference for the other.
“Won’t you step in?” said Merrymusk.
“But won’t the cock be prevailed upon to join us?” said I.
“Yes. Trumpet! hither, boy! hither!”
The cock turned round, and strode up to Merrymusk.
“Come!”
The cock followed us into the shanty.
“Crow!”