As it began to flame up, the circle of eyes drew farther back.

He glanced casually at the huddling dogs.

He rubbed his eyes and looked at them more sharply.

Then he crawled back into the blankets.
"Henry," he said.

"Oh, Henry." Henry groaned as he passed from sleep to waking, and demanded, "What's wrong now ?" "Nothin'," came the answer; "only there's seven of 'em again.