"Who in hell is askin' for _your_ opinion ?" he demanded.
The paint, however, was secured, Calumet making the trip to Lazette for it.

He returned after dark, and Bob, who was sitting in the kitchen where Betty was washing the dishes, hobbled out to greet him.

Bob had been outside only a few minutes when Betty heard his voice, raised joyously.

She went to a rear window, but the darkness outside was impenetrable and she could see nothing.

Presently, though, she heard Bob's step on the porch, and almost instantly he appeared, holding in his arm a three-month-old puppy of doubtful breed.