The man shivered and relaxed.
"Is that old Toadie you've got there?" called the Gentleman, crawling leisurely along.
"It was."
"What you doing to him?"
"Killing him."
"Ah, well," said the Gentleman, "I never cared much for old. Toadie. We weren't simpatico. If you care to wait a minute I'll—"
"Can't," gasped Kit. "No time. Now, boy, hurry!"
Blob crawled out from beneath the dead man.
"Anudder pennorth for Blo-ub!" he gurgled, and added jealously, one hand on the corpse, "He's moine. Oi killed un first."
"Never mind about that! This way."