"They certainly are."
"Who was the old duck we tackled first?"
"Don't know—familiar whiskers."
"Seemed to me I've seen him somewhere."
"Say, look at the ki-yi."
"It's a Shetland poodle."
"It's a pen-wiper."
Directly in front of them a shaggy French poodle, bearing indeed a certain resemblance to both a Shetland pony and a discarded pen-wiper, was gleefully engaged in the process of shaking to pieces a rubber which it had stolen.
"If it sees itself in a mirror it will die of mortification," said Buck Waters.
"And yet, Buck, he's happier than we are," said McNab, who had been unjustifiably forced to flunk twice in one morning's recitation.