"I have it!" I exclaimed, in a tone so loud that Sim was disturbed in his interesting occupation.
He started from his seat, and looked at me, with his mouth filled with food, his jaws suspending their pleasing occupation.
"Did you speak to me, Buck?" he called.
"No," I replied, walking towards him.
I looked at him, and realized that he was beginning to weary of his task. Doubtless he felt it to be a duty to eat all he could; but he had already disposed of the major part of what I had brought him, and was still struggling manfully with the balance.
"I heard you say, 'I have it,'" added Sim, jumbling the words through the food in his mouth.
"Well, I have it."
"So have I. That's the best meal of victuals I've had for a year. I'm sorry I can't eat no more."
"You will get hungry again."
"Shall I keep the rest of it?" he asked.