“It has seemed so to me,” Rex assured him.
“Had anything to eat?”
“Only these,” and he held up the half-filled basket.
Bob quickly threw off his pack and in another moment they were both eating sandwiches.
“Um, lapping good,” Rex declared as he reached for another.
“Better wait a bit before you tackle a second one,” Bob advised.
“All right. You’re the doctor, but I’ll tell you right now, that I could eat all you can carry and then holler for more.”
“I don’t doubt it. But if you did I’d have you to carry in place of the grub.”
The first pangs of hunger appeased, Rex told of his adventures.
“You say you killed that cat with a stone?” Bob asked when he had come to that part of the narrative.