He worshiped Calumet since he had given him the dog.
And so he wanted to talk.
"She patted him on the head," he said.
"Just what did she say ?" inquired Calumet.
"She said he was nice." "Them the exact words ?" "Yep." There was a silence again, while Calumet chewed meditatively at his food.

Bob suspended play with the puppy to watch him.
"Well," said Calumet finally, "that shows just what a woman knows about dogs--or anything.

He ain't none nice, not at all, takin' dogs as dogs.

He's nothin' but a fool yellow mongrel." Bob contemplated his benefactor, sourly at first, for already he and the dog were friends, and thus Calumet's derogatory words were in the nature of a base slander.

But he reasoned that all was not well between Betty and Calumet, and therefore perhaps Calumet had not meant them in exactly that spirit.
"Well," he said at last, "I like him a lot, anyway." "What's that ?" said Calumet, startled.