“No.”
“Well, why didn’t you—huh?”
“How could I, Fitz, with wild beasts all around me?”
“Well,”—crustily,—“maybe there wasn’t wild beasts all around me! Hey, Bob Taylor!”
“You’re unreasonable, Fitz!” angry now. “Of course, you were in danger. But what would have been the use of my rushing into danger when I couldn’t help you a bit by doing it? I couldn’t whip all those wild animals and snatch you away from them. Now, could I?”
“No, I suppose you couldn’t,”—sullenly and rather reluctantly admitting the truth. “But it did make me mad, Bob, to find you sleeping so comfortably and soundly after the terrible time I’ve had.”
“Did you have a bad time, Fitz?”
“Did I? Well, I rather guess I did!”
“How far did the lion carry you?”