I must now retrace my steps and tell you something about our hero. You
must know he had been to an awfully jolly school, where they had turkey
and goose every day for dinner, and never any mutton, and as many helps
of pudding as a fellow cared to send up his plate for--so of course they
had all grown up very strong, and before he left school he challenged
the Head to have it out man to man, and he gave it him, I tell you.
That was the education that made him able to fight Red Indians, and to
be the stranger who might have been observed in the first chapter.

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CHAPTER V--by Noel

I think it's time something happened in this story. So then the dragon
he came out, blowing fire out of his nose, and he said--

'Come on, you valiant man and true, I'd like to have a set-to along of
you!'

(That's bad English.--ED. I don't care; it's what the dragon said. Who
told you dragons didn't talk bad English?--Noel.)

So the hero, whose name was Noeloninuris, replied--

'My blade is sharp, my axe is keen,
You're not nearly as big as a good many
dragons I've seen.'

(Don't put in so much poetry, Noel. It's not fair, because none of the
others can do it.--ED.)