"Search me," said Joe.
Nat shook his head.
"I d-d-d-d-on't know," stuttered Ding-dong Bell.
"Diss iss foolishness-ness," protested Herr Muller indignantly.
"Wall, that ends it," said Cal tragically, "I can't go on."
"Why not?" came an indignant chorus.
"Wall, you fellers lost count of ther sheep and there ain't no way of going on till we get 'em all over. You see there's three thousand and——"
This time they caught a merry twinkle in Cal's eye, and with wild yells they arose and fell upon him. It was a ruffled Cal who got up and resumed a sandy bit of canned plum pudding.
"You fellers don't appreciate realism one bit," grumbled Cal.
"Not three thousand sheep-power realism," retorted Nat with a laugh.