He could see the lettuce, crisp and green, peeping out at the edges.
At the sight, he was conscious of a strange sensation; an almost forgotten feeling to which, for the moment, he could put no name.
And then, as the girl bit into the sandwich, illumination came.

He was _hungry_! But what an unkind, inconsiderate girl!--Another bite and the sandwich would be gone-- "I am awake," he suggested meekly.
"So Buster said." The girl smiled approvingly at the dog.

"Good Buster! You may come off guard, sir.

Run away and get your lunch." With a delighted bark for thanks the bull pup trotted away.

Callandar's sense of injury deepened.