"On our island!"
"Don"t you--don"t you!" repeated Loo. "You!"
"You!" One word but such intense wrath. "O!" cried Loo, beginning to sob. "You!"
"You!"
"O! Don"t! He were so hungry." Sob, sob.
"Pooh!"
"Yah!"
"Yow--wow!" barked Pan. "He--he," sobbed Loo. "He--he--"
"He--what?"
"He were so hungry." Sob, sob. "Who?"
"Samson."
"Who"s Samson?"
"My--y--lit--tle--brother."
"Then you took our things?" said Mark. "He--he--kept on crying."
"You had the damper--"
"And the potatoes--"
"And the bacon--"
"You didn"t--didn"t care for it," sobbed Loo. "Did you take the rabbit-skin?" said Mark. "Yes--es."
"But Samson didn"t eat that; did he?"
"I--I--sold it."
"What for?"
"Ha"-penny of jumbles for Samson." Jumbles are sweets.
"How did you get here?"
"I come."
"How?"
"I come."
"It"s disgusting," said Bevis, turning to Mark; "spoiling our island."
"Not a tiger," said Mark. "Only a girl."
"It"s not proper," said Bevis in a towering rage. "Tigers are proper, girls are not proper."
"No; that they"re not."
"Girls are--Foo!--"
"Very--foo!" Contemptuous puffing. "It"s not the stealing."
"No; it"s the coming--"
"Where you"re not wanted--"
"Horrible!"
"Hateful!"
"What shall we do?"
"Can"t kill her."
"Nor torture her."
"Nor scalp her."
"Thing!"
"Creature!"
"Yow--wow!"
"Tie her up."
"If we were savages we"d cook you!"
"Limb at a time."
"What _can_ we do with her?"
"Let me stop," said Loo pleadingly. "Let _you_ stop! You!"
"I can cook and make tea and wash things."
"Stop a minute," said Mark. "Perhaps she"s a native."