"Why, there's that ridiculous ki-yi again!"
"He seems to like us."
"I'm not complimented."
At this moment, with the poodle sporting the rubber about fifteen feet ahead of them, they beheld an Italian barber lolling in the doorway of his shop, as profoundly bored by himself as they affected to be in conjunction.
"Fine dog," said the barber with a critical glance.
"Sure," said McNab, halting at once.
The poodle, for whatever reason, likewise halted and looked around.
"Looka better, cutta da hair."
"You're right there, Columbus," assented Buck Waters. "His fur coat looks as though it came from a fire sale."
"He ought to be trim up nice, good style."