Of course all three laughed heartily at this absurdity. Then Lucy moved about with quick steps, and soon a goodly supper of mutton-chops was fizzling in the frying-pan, sending forth savoury odours that made their mouths water. Presently Lucy drew out a table, and placed upon it the chops and some bread.
“I would boil some potatoes,” she said, “but you might not like to wait so long.”
“I think we won’t wait, Lucy.”
“You haven’t told me your name,” said Lucy, as they drew up to the table.
“My name is Harry Vane,” said the possessor of that name.
“And mine is Jack Pendleton.”
“Harry and Jack,” repeated Lucy, nodding.
At this point Bruno raised his head, looked toward the door, and began to bark.
“I think my father must be close by,” said Lucy. “Bruno is always the first to hear him.”
Before Lucy could reach the door it was opened, and a stalwart man of middle age paused on the threshold in evident surprise.