I'm a grub-scientist, David.

I warn you of that before we get off at Thoreau's.

I love to eat, and the Frenchman knows it.

That's why I can smell things in that cabin, forty miles away." He was rubbing his hands briskly and his face radiated such joyous anticipation as he talked that David unconsciously felt the spirit of his enthusiasm.

He had gripped one of Father Roland's hands and was pumping it up and down almost before he realized what he was doing.
"I'll get off with you at Thoreau's," he exclaimed, "and later, if I feel as I do now, and you still want my company, I'll go on with you into the north country!" A slight flush rose into his thin cheeks and his eyes shone with a freshly lighted enthusiasm.