"Say, Henry," he chided gently, "ain't you forgot somethin'?"Henry looked about with great carefulness and shook his head.Bill held up the empty cup.
"You don't get no coffee," Henry announced.
"Ain't run out?" Bill asked anxiously.
"Nope."
"Ain't thinkin' it'll hurt my digestion?""Nope."
A flush of angry blood pervaded Bill's face.
"Then it's jes' warm an' anxious I am to be hearin' you explain yourself,"he said.
"Spanker's gone," Henry answered.
Without haste, with the air of one resigned to misfortune, Bill turned his head, and from where he sat counted the dogs.
"How'd it happen?" he asked apathetically.
Henry shrugged his shoulders."Don't know.Unless One Ear gnawed 'm loose.He couldn't a-done it himself, that's sure.""The darned cuss." Bill spoke gravely and slowly, with no hint of the anger that was raging within."Jes' because he couldn't chew himself loose, he chews Spanker loose.""Well, Spanker's troubles is over, anyway; I guess he's digested by this time an' cavortin' over the landscape in the bellies of twenty different wolves," was Henry's epitaph on this, the latest lost dog."Have some coffee, Bill."But Bill shook his head.
"Go on," Henry pleaded, elevating the pot.
Bill shoved his cup aside."I'll be ding-dong-danged if I do.I said I wouldn't if ary dog turned up missin', an' I won't.""It's darn good coffee," Henry said enticingly.
But Bill was stubborn, and he ate a dry breakfast, washed down with mumbled curses at One Ear for the trick he had played.
"I'll tie 'em up out of reach of each other to-night," Bill said, as they took the trail.
They had travelled little more than a hundred yards, when Henry, who was in front, bent down and picked up something with which his snowshoe had collided.It was dark, and he could not see it, but he recognized it by the touch.He flung it back, so that it struck the sled and bounced along until it fetched up on Bill's snowshoes.