“Same here,” Bert said.
“Same here,” Garry said.
“Same here,” Hervey said.
“Same here,” Warde said.
“I’m as hungry as the whole five of you put together,” our young hero said. “I heard a story that a man can go forty days without food, but you can’t get me to swallow that.”
“It’s about the only thing that you wouldn’t swallow,” I told him. “I’m so hungry I’d swallow any argument I ever heard; I’d swallow any kind of a story, especially a fish story.”
“There you go again,” Bert said; “what’s the good of reminding us about it?”
“I’d swallow a serial story,” I told him; “any kind of cereal, oatmeal, cream of wheat, or anything.”
So we just sat there looking across the creek into the woods, and swinging our legs, but we were too hungry to sing.
“Let’s look for a sail on the horizon,” Hervey said. “That’s always the way people do when they’re starving on desert drawbridges. This would make a good movie play.”