“Oui, I do dat, in one leetle minute,” the breed said as he placed the rabbit on the table.
“There, that feels better,” Rex declared a moment later as he got out of the bunk and stretched himself. “Some day I’m going to get the jump on you, Parry, and then you want to look out.”
“Bet’ not try heem. Wid deese hands I could bust you, oui,” and he held out two hands which, in Rex’s mind, fully justified his boast.
“I tink mebby, you send for dat money today, oui?” the breed asked as he began to skin the rabbit.
“Not today or any other day,” Rex declared emphatically. “As I’ve told you a dozen times, Parry, you’re just wasting your time here. I’d die before I’d give in to you. That’s the kind of a fellow I am and the sooner you understand it the better.”
“We see,” Parry grinned. “Mebby you change mind pretty quick,” and a fierce look appeared, for a moment, in his eyes.
During all the time that Rex had been held prisoner, his captor never allowed him to get behind him and Rex had given up the idea of taking him unaware.
Parry was an excellent cook and Rex thoroughly enjoyed the rabbit stew.
“Tell me, Parry,” Rex asked when they had finished eating. “What kind of a noise does that wolf of yours make? Is it like the howl of an ordinary wolf?”
Instantly into the eyes of the breed sprang a frightened expression. Rex had greatly regretted that he had not time to plan with Bob, but he knew the boy and did not doubt but that, before the night was over, something would happen. So he had resolved to keep Parry wrought up to the highest pitch possible.