It is not human!
No; for it is Bulger’s bark, or rather it is Bulger’s yelp.
He had been watching the band of Melodious Sneezers, as their white shovels rose and fell all in vain, with his head thrust through the railings of the veranda.
No one was there with mind and heart enough to catch the meaning of that poor yelp.
Chew-chew-lô saw that his men were standing, leaning on their shovels, with looks of doubt and hesitation in their eyes.
The King was silent.
It was the great baron who spoke:
“Oh, let them not give o’er! My life, my wealth, my all, are thine, good, kind Chew-Chew——”
A fit of sneezing cut short his appeal.
Again Bulger’s cry was raised, and this time the King heeded it.