"You do--you can! I swear you do!" yelled Sefton, for strong arguments
were coercing him.

"Aren't my eyes lovely?" The stump rose and fell steadily throughout
this catechism.

"Yes."

"A gentle hazel, aren't they?"

"Yes--oh, yes!"

"What a liar you are! They're sky-blue. Ain't they sky-blue?"

"Yes--oh, yes!"

"You don't know your mind from one minute to another. You must
learn--you must learn."

"What a bait you're in!" said Stalky. "Keep your hair on, Beetle."

"I've had it done to me," said Beetle. "Now--about my being a beast."

"_Pax_--oh, _pax_!" cried Sefton; "make it _pax_. I'll give up! Let me
off! I'm broke! I can't stand it!"

"Ugh! Just when we were gettin' our hand in!" grunted McTurk.

"They didn't let Clewer off, I'll swear."