“‘Ha, ha! He says he is a fly. Ha, ha! Pass it along.’”
Captain.—If he is a fly, why doesn’t he fly?
“All repeat this, one after the other, ‘If he is a fly, why doesn’t he fly?’ till the noise of so many voices sounds like the bumbling of hoarse bumble-bees.
“Jimmy flaps his arms, but cannot rise.
“A laugh passes along the line.”
Captain.—Which are you now,—fly, or boy?
Jimmy.—I think—I am—a boy.
Captain.—He thinks he is a boy: we think he is a pullwinger-boy. Wheel about, my helpers.—Boy, these are my first company of helpers.—Wheel about, my helpers; form a hollow square around the boy; take him to the great “Bondenquol;” let him see what is being done there!
“Jimmy is now taken to the great ‘Bondenquol.’”
Captain.—First company of helpers, begin your work: bring in the abusers of dumb animals. (The ten helpers march out.)