Ripton was in despair.
"Where are you going to ?" he inquired with a voice of the last time of asking, and halted resolutely.
Richard now broke his silence to reply, "Anywhere." "Anywhere!" Ripton took up the moody word.

"But ain't you awfully hungry ?" he gasped vehemently, in a way that showed the total emptiness of his stomach.
"No," was Richard's brief response.
"Not hungry!" Ripton's amazement lent him increased vehemence.

"Why, you haven't had anything to eat since breakfast! Not hungry?
I declare I'm starving.

I feel such a gnawing I could eat dry bread and cheese!" Richard sneered: not for reasons that would have actuated a similar demonstration of the philosopher.
"Come," cried Ripton, "at all events, tell us where you're going to stop." Richard faced about to make a querulous retort.

The injured and hapless visage that met his eye disarmed him.