“No, the whole thing—all together—‘we—are—a—pair!’”
“Yes—Marster.” They repeated it in chorus.
“With apologies to the dogs——”
“Apologies to the dogs——”
“And why does your master honour the kennel with his presence to-day?”
“He hit a nigger on the head so hard that he strained the nigger’s ankle, and he’s restin’ from his labours.”
“That’s right, Towser. If I had you and Tige a few hours every day I could make good squirrel-dogs out of you.”
There was a pause. Phil looked up and smiled.
“What does it sound like?” asked the Captain, with a shade of doubt in his voice.
“Sounds to me like a Sunday-school teacher taking his class through a new catechism.”