"What's that?"
"I will show you," and Dean wound the watch as far as it would go.
"I never saw the like of that," said his hostess with a look of mingled curiosity and surprise.
She released her hold upon the watch, and Dean put it back in his pocket, rather relieved to have recovered possession of it again.
Five minutes later the meal was ready, such as it was.
"Set up," said the woman.
Dean obeyed with alacrity.
He tasted the meat. It was not unpleasant, but the taste was peculiar.
"What kind of meat is it?" he asked.