Then he looked into the eyes of Hot Dog the Tiger and saw something hungry.
I wish,” sez he, “I wish we could stop off somewheres and git a hot dog.
They had a cigarette and a hot dog with a skin on it, the first Doak had ever seen.
While he was talking the crowd slowly was swelling in front of the Hot Dog saloon.
An electric in front of the Hot Dog and a big arc-light over the door of the smelter lighted the upturned faces of the multitude.
And to the joy of a great crowd in the Hot Dog saloon, he sat on the bar and sang his little heart out.
But the remarkable part of it was that Nita wept too, big, hot dog tears which her master wiped away.
Over a second hot dog, then a third, Rick continued his line of questioning.
