The second batch went the way of the first.
"Why, that boy is starving," said Conover, opening his eyes.
"Sure he is," said Hickey. "He's eating 'way back in last week—he hasn't had a thing for ten days."
"Six more," cried Macnooder.
"Six it is," answered Hickey. "Six and twelve is eighteen."
"Eat them one at a time, Hungry."
"No, let him alone."
"He knows best."
"Not too fast, Hungry, not too fast."
"Eighteen for Hungry, eighteen. Hurrah!"