The Captain of the Kansas (PDF, MOBI, EPUB, FB2, TEXT)

the bookcase started apart, with a sudden consciousness that they were speaking unguardedly, for Isobel's mirth had mockery in it--"there was a laughing devil in her sneer." "By the way, where is Joey?" she asked. The dog answered her question by appearing, with a stretch and a yawn, from beneath a bunk. He had heard his name in Courtenay's voice. That sufficed for Joey at any time. "What a strange animal!" went on Isobel. "I should have thought that he would bark, or peep out at us, at the least, when we came in." "Joey had a disturbed night," said Courtenay. "We passed the evening in the Hotel Colon, and he regards South American hotels as the natural dwelling-place of cats, and other bad characters. Here, he is at home, and he knew that I was present." "Otherwise, he would have classified us as suspicious?" "He is far too discriminating. What do you say, pup?" Joey looked up at his master. Apparently, he found the conversation trivial; he yawned again, capac