Barry frowned.
"Pardon me," he said rather caustically.

"But I don't get the joke." "Ho, ho!" and Ba'tiste turned to talk to the shaggy dog at his side.
"_L'enfant_ feels it! _L'enfant_ feels it!" "Feel it," grunted Houston.

"Of course I feel it! I'm ticklish." "You hear, Golemar ?" Ba'tiste, contorted with merriment, pointed vaguely in the direction of the bed, "M'sieu l' Nobody, heem is ticklish!" "Of course I'm ticklish.

Who isn't, on the bottom of his feet ?" The statement only brought a new outburst from the giant.

It nettled Houston; further, it caused him pain to be jerking constantly about the bed in an effort to evade the tickling touch of the trapper's big fingers.