Seth stabled the horse and, after some manoeuvering, managed to decoy the dog down the slope to the boathouse, where he closed the door upon him and his whines.

Then he climbed back to the kitchen.
The table was set for one, and in the wash boiler on the range the giant lobster was cooking.

Of the substitute assistant keeper there was no sign, but, after searching, Seth found him in his room.
"Well ?" observed Atkins, gruffly, "we might 's well have supper, hadn't we ?" Brown did not seem interested.

"Your supper is ready, I think," he answered.

"I tried not to forget anything." "I guess 'tis; seems to be.