“I’m afraid I might get us into worse trouble, Bob; might shake the thing up in some way that would cause it to run away with us. It’s tricky sometimes. No, I’ll wait till we come to an oasis; then I’ll work at it on the ground.”
“All right. And I’ll work my teeth upon some ripe dates and any other fruit I can find.”
“That reminds me, Bob,”—setting the balloon in motion,—“that we haven’t had any dinner; and it’s getting late in the afternoon. Why didn’t you mention that you were getting hungry?”
“Oh! I’m not very hungry; you know I had a big meal that I got from the old woman’s table. But you haven’t eaten anything since morning, have you, Fitz?”
“No, but I’ll eat now as we go along; and you can join me.”
“Oh, can I?” contemptuously.
“Certainly.”
“You’re very kind.”
“Aren’t you hungry?”
“Not hungry enough to take pills.”