"Then you might share your knowledge," snapped the Natterjack. Jealousy had convulsed him, for he too can sing.
"A French Frog," cried Bombinator.
"A French Frog," echoed Bombinatrix, and in a rattle came the southern notes:
"brek-ek-ek-ek-ek-ek-ek-ek-EX!"
"KO-ax! KO-ax! KO-ax!"
"I'll find him, if I hop all night," said Bombinator.
He plunged aside into the grass, and Bombinatrix followed at his heels.
The Natterjack soon caught them. He ran with little mouse-steps.
His Little Eyes were Starting from their Sockets as he sat up entranced