"
"I was just thinking, when I met you, that I could write a
book about my adventures."
"Good!" he said. "We might collaborate."
"There's another thing we might collaborate on," I said, "and
that's breakfast. I'm sure you haven't had any."
"No," he said, "I don't think I have. I never lie when I know
I shan't be believed."
"I haven't had any, either," I said. I thought that to tell
an untruth would be the least thing I could do to reward the
little man for his unselfishness.
"Well," he said, "I really thought that by this time----"
He broke off. "Was that Bock barking?" he asked sharply.
We had been walking slowly, and had not yet reached the spot
where the lane branched from the main road. We were still
about three quarters of a mile from the place where I had
camped overnight. We both listened carefully, but I could hear
nothing but the singing of the telephone wires along the road.
"No matter," he said. "I thought I heard a dog." But I
noticed that he quickened his pace.
"I was saying," he continued, "that I had really thought to
have lost Parnassus for good by this morning, but I'm tickled
to death to have a chance to see her again. I hope she'll be
as good a friend to you as she has been to me.
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