“Come across now,” said Don, when Teddy had finished the last crumb.
“That pie’s mighty good,” remarked Teddy, as he signaled the waiter to bring him another piece.
“I’ve seen anacondas eat,” said Don disgustedly. “But you have it all over them.”
“That’s because they never tasted pie as good as this,” remarked Teddy complacently.
He finished his second helping, and then looked around for the waiter.
“No you don’t!” exclaimed Don, jumping up and grabbing Teddy by the arm. “Come along now, or there’ll be a famine on board this ship.”
“I never thought you had such a mean disposition,” remarked the grinning Teddy, resigning himself, nevertheless, and followed his friend out on the deck.
“Now, if you want to live another minute,” said Don, when they had ensconced themselves comfortably in deck chairs, “tell me what you mean about those fellows.”
“They came along the night I was hiding in the lifeboat,” replied Teddy. “There was nobody else around that part of the deck, and they sat down within a few feet of me and began to talk. They kept their voices low and they talked in their own language, so that they felt pretty safe. But you know I picked up a good deal of Arabic while I was living in Algiers; so, though there was some difference, I could understand almost all they said.
“I didn’t pay much attention at first. They were talking about some fellow named Fellus or something like that—”