“I thought a baf was cold, sah. This be warm. O, law!” and he joyfully paddled with his hands.
“Stop that,” said Titus, peremptorily; “you’re splashing us.”
The boys worked like heroes, and in a terrible haste lest Roblee should return. Brick was rubbed and scrubbed, and at last Titus shouted, “Out with him and in with the dog.”
“Young sah,” exclaimed Brick, “where’s my cloes?”
Shivering with excitement, he stood by the radiator, trying to rub himself with the towels that Titus had thrown to him.
“Burnt up,” said Titus. “Master Dallas there took every rag down and chucked them in the furnace.”
Brick gave a howl. “An’ me five dollah gold piece sewed in the tail of me coat!”
“Five dollar fiddlestick!” said Titus, energetically. “Did you ever see such a darky? He doesn’t even know how to dry himself. Give him a rub down, Charlie, will you, while Dallas and I introduce the dog to the tub?”
Bylow was a considerably astonished dog. He was no water dog, and the touch of water to his body was as distasteful to him as it had been at first to Brick. Titus flung a question over his shoulder at Brick. “Is he a biter?”
“Sah,” said Brick, earnestly, “he aint no bitah. I nevvah knowed him to set his teeth in no one. He’s just a rippah, sah.”