He came, stepping trippingly, to the Doctor’s side, and said in a shrill voice:
“I heard the Toad shriek, and his golden eggs are rifled!”
The Doctor turned; and, stamping his foot, he asked:
“When was this?”
The lad answered:
“Like a swallow I fly. I saw and I flew.”
“Is he ’scaped?” said the Doctor. “Is he tracked? Is the White One out?”
“He is out! He is out! and tracking about,” cried the lad.
There was silence; while the antic lad turned, and looked directly towards us. Then he began:
“Two is two, and four is four....”