that we're made to need sich a lot o' grub. If we could
only get on like the sarpints, now, wot can breakfast on
a rabbit, and then wait a month or two for dinner!
Ain't it cur'ous?"
Dick admitted that it was, and stooped to blow the
fire into a blaze.
Here Henri uttered a cry of consternation, and stood
speechless, with his mouth open.
"What's the matter? what is't?" cried Dick and Joe,
seizing their rifles instinctively.