"I withdraw the motion."
"Suppose, just for a change--as a startling variety, you know--we, that is to
say we, get our charcoal and our canvas and go on with our work."
Torpenhow spoke pointedly, but Dick only wriggled his toes inside the soft
leather moccasins.
"What a one-ideaed clucker that is! If I had any unfinished figures on hand, I
haven't any model; if I had my model, I haven't any spray, and I never leave
charcoal unfixed overnight; and if I had my spray and twenty photographs of
backgrounds, I couldn't do anything tonight. I don't feel that way."
"Binkie-dog, he's a lazy hog, isn't he?" said the Nilghai.
"Very good, I will do some work," said Dick, rising swiftly. "I"ll fetch the
Nungapunga Book, and we'll add another picture to the Nilghai Saga."
"Aren't you worrying him a little too much?" asked the Nilghai, when Dick had
left the room.
"Perhaps, but I know what he can turn out if he likes. It makes me savage to
hear him praised for past work when I know what he ought to do. You and I are
arranged for----"
"By Kismet and our own powers, more's the pity. I have dreamed of a good deal."
"So have I, but we know our limitations now. I'm dashed if I know what Dick's
may be when he gives himself to his work.
Pages:
957
958
959
960
961
962
963
964
965
966
967
968
969
970
971
972
973
974
975
976
977
978
979
980
981