without
a sigh.
Dick sighed, though with relief and gratitude, when
his bowl was empty.
"I hope I may never have to do it again," said Joe
that night as they wended their way back to the chief's
tent after supper. "I wouldn't be fit for anything for
a week arter it."
Dick could only laugh, for any allusion to the feast
instantly brought back that owl-like gourmand to whom