on your tail and watch me while I make my supper. I am as hungry as a—a—a"
But the old bull's mouth was so full of the dirty meat that he could not finish the sentence.
For several minutes Pierre watched him and, as his hunger seemed almost unbearable, he tried again to eat some of the meat.
But the way in which he worried down a bit here and a morsel there quite disgusted the Killer.
"My eye!" he growled. "I should think you was a dandy. What did they feed you on, anyhow?"
"The very best of steak and raw eggs and cake and cream," whimpered Pierre. "This meat almost makes me vomit."
"Don't try to pull any more of your lies
