"Mr. Columbus, permit me," said Waters, shaking hands.
McNab gravely followed suit. The dog, released, gave a howl and began circling madly about the room.
"Open the door," shouted McNab. "See how happy he is!"
The three stationed themselves thoughtfully on the doorstep, watching the liberated poodle disappear down the street in frantic spirals, loops and figure-eights.
"He lika da feel," said the barber, pleased.
"Oh, he's much improved," said Waters, edging a little away.
"He fine lookin' a dog!"
"He'll certainly surprise the girls and mother," said McNab, shifting his feet. "Well, Garibaldi, ta-ta!"
"Hold up," said the barber, "one plunk."
"One dollar, Raphael?" said Buck Waters in innocent surprise. "What for, oh, what for?"