"Thirty-two is a long ways to go," said Conover, gazing apprehensively at the little David who had come so impudently into his domain; "fourteen pancakes is an awful lot."
"Shut up, Conover."
"No trying to influence him there."
"Don't listen to him, Hungry."
"He's only trying to get you nervous."
"Fourteen more, Hungry—fourteen more."
"Ready again," sang out Macnooder.
"Ready here."
"Three pancakes."