“He knows I love dogs, don’t you, you old dear?” murmured Harry.
“I love dogs myself, don’t I?” asked Chub offendedly. “Why doesn’t he know that?”
“It’s your face, Chub,” said Roy. “He has only to look at that to see that you’re a suspicious character. He’s a very intelligent animal, isn’t he, Dick?”
“Oh, I don’t know; ’most anybody could size Chub up after a glance at him. Well, if we can’t see any more, suppose we go on about our business and come back later on when the chap’s at home? I’d sure like to get a look inside, fellows.”
“Oh, so would I!” cried Harry. “Do you suppose that he’d invite us in if he was here?”
“No,” replied Chub, somewhat disgustedly, eying the setter in disfavor. “I’ll bet he’s a regular old bear! A man that’ll have a dog with as suspicious a disposition as that one isn’t going to invite us in to see his old boat.”
[“A Daniel come to judgment!”] exclaimed a deep voice behind them.
